The Wrong Woman

Jasper held his other hand against the wall, contemplating for a moment. Then he raised his eyes to meet Imogen's gaze. Breathing heavily, he continued to argue, "Imogen, I didn't lie to you." "Are you sure?" Imogen asked as she narrowed her eyes in confusion.

Jasper gulped, feeling guilty. He liked Imogen so much that he couldn't accept the idea of divorce.

He braced himself and said with a guilty conscience, "Yes, I'm sure. I didn't lie—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, Imogen placed her hands around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

The unexpected kiss left Jasper shocked and immobile. With his pupils dilated slightly, he blinked.

His breathing became erratic, his heart rate quickened, and his body stiffened.

As he tasted the sweetness of her lips, he could no longer suppress his desire. He placed his hands on her waist, pressing her soft and curvy body against the wall.

He wasn't satisfied with just kissing, so he slightly opened his mouth to cover her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth and started sucking her tongue.

She had only wanted to test if Jasper was gay and if he could accept

aggressive, dominant, and fiery, making it hard for her

more like an invitation. Her moans

pin her down, making her unable to move. His kiss was deep

kiss grew more passionate, from innocent to lustful, his body pressing more tightly against hers. It was because Imogen had initiated it, so he went all out to kiss

seemed like an eternity before he finally released her lips. As he rested his forehead against hers, he

breath mingled, and the air was full of tension. At that moment, their hearts were racing

Imogen narrowed her eyes slightly, she

deep, magnetic voice, he t a divorce, I'll do

very sad. She liked his kiss but also felt a sense of repulsion. She

stunned for a few seconds before he said,

quite high, so a deep kiss couldn't satisfy him.

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felt uncomfortable