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 not comfortable with.”

“It’s getting late, and I have an important interview tomorrow. I want to be at my best,” Imogen explained.

“You’re going to nail that interview tomorrow. You don’t have to be so nervous,” Jasper said.

Imogen smiled weakly. “Don’t try to reassure me. You never know how these things will turn out.”

Jasper fought back his intense desire, taking deep breaths to ease his discomfort. He carefully smoothed out her clothes and buttoned them up. Then, he withdrew from her soft form, studying her flushed cheeks before tucking her in.

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

“Tomorrow night,” Jasper said in a hoarse voice. He swallowed hard as if he’d longed for this moment for ages. “We could pick up from where we left off.”

Imogen shook her head.

Jasper frowned. “How about the day after tomorrow?”

Again, Imogen shook her head, pressing her lips tightly in embarrassment.

Growing more desperate, Jasper asked, “What about this weekend?”

Imogen nodded in response.

A smile finally lit up Jasper’s face. He lay beside her, propped himself up on one elbow, and gently played with her silky hair with his free hand. “Could we start a family?” 

“No,” Imogen blurted out. She hadn’t found a job yet. With their current challenges, how could they take on the added responsibility of starting a family? 

Jasper kissed her earlobe and whispered, “I’ll make sure to have protection on hand.”

Imogen’s face instantly flushed red. She pulled the blanket over her head, turning away from him. Hiding under the blanket, she said, “Jasper, just go back to your room and sleep. You’re so annoying!”

Jasper sat up, a hint of hurt in his voice as he questioned, “We’ve only been married a short while, and you already find me annoying?”

Imogen muttered from under the blanket. “No, I didn’t.”

Jasper chuckled, gently stroking her head through the blanket. “Alright, I’ll go back to my room. Don’t forget our plans for the weekend.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Imogen remained silent under the blanket.

Jasper left her room and closed the door behind him with a smile.