The Wrong Woman

Imogen felt nervous and afraid. It was her first time, after all. She had an important interview the next day and couldn't afford to be anything less than flawless.

She shook her head to break free from Jasper's kiss, panting as she weakly pushed against him. "Jasper Morrison, cut it out."

Jasper trailed kisses down her neck, undoing the buttons of her pajamas one by one. Imogen's body had yielded to his touch, but her mind was still fighting to stay clear. She protested, "No, stop it."

She could barely endure it. As Jasper's kisses moved to her chest, she tilted her head slightly back, closed her eyes, and bit her lip. His lips brushed against her sensitive skin, and she felt herself weaken. She let out a shy whimper.

Jasper abruptly stopped, his breath ragged. He lay atop her soft, sweet-smelling body. The sudden halt was agonizing for him, almost causing physical pain. He felt like he was nearly losing his mind trying to control his desire.

He was overwhelmed by an unprecedented wave of passion and desire. Burying his face in her neck, he said raspily, "Imogen, I want you."

"But I don't," Imogen replied shyly.

Jasper felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if his inexperience had made her uncomfortable. He kissed the corner of her lips and whispered, "Imogen, I'll be gentle. Just tell me if there's anything you're no comfortable with."

an important interview tomorrow. I want to be

that interview tomorrow. You don't have to be

weakly. "Don't try to reassure me. You never know how these things will turn

her clothes and buttoned them up. Then, he

turned away and closed her eyes, feeling too shy to meet his

longed for this moment for ages.

Imogen shook her head.

frowned. "How about

Imogen shook her head, pressing her

more desperate, Jasper asked,

Imagen nodded in response.

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