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.

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 her back to reality that she regained

her head away from his kiss, pounding her fists weakly against

Jasper murmured, his voice pained, but

thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with

He had claimed her innocence,

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

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

her room and took a shower. With her

Jasper sat on the couch after putting on

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

and leaned back on the couch. With an arm draping over them to block out the

was made