The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 1048

Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally.

Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened.

Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead.

"Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive.

With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket.

With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect.

Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rendering Imogen in exhaustion. She felt a mix of contentment and unease, both spellbound and bashful. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Jasper embraced her fragrant and soft body and fell asleep himself, thoroughly satisfied.

The next morning, as Imogen was sleeping groggily, she suddenly felt someone caressing her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her.

Jasper was holding her waist, his hand gripping her thighs and slowly sliding them to his side.

"Good morning," he greeted softly. "Are you awake?"

Imogen forced a helpless smile and closed her heavy eyelids, muttering, "You're touching me. How could I not be awake?"

Jasper chuckled knowingly, his eyes filled with fondness and warmth as he slowly shifted upward.

Rubbing her eyes, Imogen asked, "What time is it?"

He had been restraining himself. If he truly let go, fulfilling his normal desires, he'd want to spend the whole day in bed with her, doing nothing else.

Waves of heat filled the room.

When the weekend arrived, Jasper had a gathering elsewhere, so he wasn't home.

Imogen was in the study, reviewing data from the space agency, when she noticed a particularly subtle yet serious flaw.

She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Mila's number.

Mila answered promptly, her voice gentle, "Imogen, what's up?"