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.

if Jasper was gay and if he

her kiss, but she never expected him to react so passionately. His assertiveness was aggressive, dominant, and fiery, making it hard for her

feeble it seemed more like an invitation. Her

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

innocent to lustful, his body pressing more tightly against hers. It was because Imogen had initiated it, so he

and it seemed like an eternity

mingled, and the air was full of tension. At that moment,

she pursed

he t

also felt a sense

before

deep kiss couldn't satisfy him. I wanted

he

felt uncomfortable