The Wrong Woman

Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away.

She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend.

His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank.

Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat.

Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen.

Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead.

Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm.

remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy

when her clothes had been removed or how quickly things had escalated. She was utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until a sharp pain snapped

cried out, turning her head away from his kiss, pounding

murmured, his voice pained, but he

sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room to escape him. Before, he had avoided touching her, hoping she would fall in love with him first. But

disrespected. He had claimed

despised him, a hatred born from her frustration and rage. She didn't know how she endured the long,

away, caressed her face, and whispered apologies, yet

to her room and took a shower. With her aching legs,

on the couch after putting

he had gone too far, but he didn't regret it. He also knew Imogen would hate him for this. The realization of