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.

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

pounding her fists

Imogen," Jasper murmured, his voice

he was acting, he felt it necessary to claim her, to sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room to escape him. Before, he had

and anger, feeling utterly disrespected. He had claimed her innocence, in her moment of confusion and desire,

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

and whispered apologies, yet remained unyielding

took a shower. With her aching legs,

Jasper sat on the couch after putting on his

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

eyes and leaned back on the couch. With an arm draping over them to block out the light, Jasper remained

was