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.

felt someone caressing her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her. Jasper was holding her waist, his hand gripping her thighs and slowly

morning," he greeted

her heavy eyelids, muttering, "You're touching me. How could I

chuckled knowingly, his eyes filled with fondness and warmth as he slowly

eyes, Imogen asked, "What

"Around seven," Jasper replied.

silent, her thoughts drifting to the gossip

ask him about it but didn't dare to voice it. Despite contemplating divorce,

of divorce, making it impossible forcher to leave the

whole situation left her overwhelmed with

suddenly felt Jasper assertively taking possession of her. As

do some morning

pace. "You

sighed helplessly. He then kissed her lips,