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.

escalated. She was utterly lost in

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

Imogen," Jasper murmured, his voice pained, but he

despite the ungentlemanly way he was acting, he felt it necessary to claim her, to sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room

and anger, feeling utterly disrespected. He had claimed her innocence, in her

now, she despised him, a hatred born from her frustration and rage.

her face, and whispered apologies, yet remained unyielding

the night, Imogen retreated to her room and took a shower. With her

sat on the couch after putting on his clothes. He stared solemnly at

he didn't regret it. He also knew Imogen would hate him for this. The realization of it pained him

arm draping over them to block out the light, Jasper remained

couch was made of