The Wrong Woman

Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally.

Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened.

Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead.

"Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive.

With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket.

With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect. Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rendering Imogen in exhaustion. She felt a mix of contentment and unease, both spellbound and bashful. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Jasper embraced her fragrant and soft body and fell asleep himself, thoroughly satisfied.

was sleeping groggily, she suddenly felt someone caressing her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her.

greeted softly.

helpless smile and closed her heavy eyelids, muttering, "You're touching me. How

eyes filled with fondness and warmth as he

eyes, Imogen asked, "What time is

"Around seven," Jasper replied.

silent, her thoughts drifting to the gossip about Jasper that surfaced

about it but didn't dare to voice it. Despite contemplating divorce, she found

it impossible forcher to leave the marriage. She felt torn between continuing and feeling insecure, fearing his

whole situation left her

Imogen suddenly felt Jasper assertively taking possession of her. As he pressed deeper, she blushed

let's do

pace. "You

then kissed her lips,