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.

eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her. Jasper was holding her waist, his hand gripping her thighs

he greeted softly.

a helpless smile and closed her heavy eyelids, muttering,

his eyes filled with fondness and warmth as

her eyes, Imogen asked, "What time

"Around seven," Jasper replied.

to the gossip about Jasper that surfaced

didn't dare to voice it.

had opposed the idea of divorce, making it impossible forcher to leave the marriage. She felt torn between continuing and

her

of her. As he pressed deeper, she blushed and bit

let's do

to keep up with his pace. "You just did it last night. Are you really

isn't being needy," Jasper sighed helplessly. He then kissed her