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.

Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy ambiance.

was utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until

turning her head away from his kiss, pounding her fists weakly against his chest. "Jasper, you

Jasper murmured, his voice pained, but he

was acting, he felt it necessary to claim her, to sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave

him, overwhelmed by pain, fear, and anger, feeling utterly disrespected. He had claimed her innocence,

But now, she despised him, a hatred

away, caressed her face, and whispered apologies, yet remained unyielding in

shower. With her aching legs,

on the couch after putting on his clothes. He stared

knew Imogen would hate him for this. The realization of it pained him deeply as if a weight pressing on his chest,

the couch. With an arm draping over them to block out the light, Jasper

was made