Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Jasper started, "Hey silly, h-how did you get in here? When..."
His head was still a blur. The hand that habitually held her hand was now gently caressing the area between her ribs.
Alyssa covered her chest and pursed her lips in anger. "Phew! You scared me. Do you have any idea how terrifying your eyes
were earlier? You looked like you were about to eat me alive."
"I'm sorry, Lyse. It's a bad habit I have had since my days in the army. It's an unfixable reaction to stress."
When Alyssa heard it, pity simmered in her eyes as she caressed his face.
Jasper felt extremely guilty. He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. However, he still felt unsettled. "Why did you come here
secretly? If someone finds out."
"Secretly? This is my house. Why should I come here secretly? I walked in here loud and proud."
Alyssa narrowed her cunning eyes and touched the tip of his nose with her fingertip. "Hmm? Why do I feel like you're nervous?"
"This is the first time I'm here at your actual home. Lyse, I want to leave a good impression on your family." Jasper's lips curled
into a bright smile. His voice was muffled.
"Oh, this is why."
Alyssa couldn't help but laugh. Her fingers playfully undid two of the buttons on his shirt. "Our family is notorious for being hard to
mess with, handle, and please. Otherwise, that snake, Jameson Schmidt, would have infiltrated the organization, no?"
"Lyse." Jasper laughed wryly.

"They are slowly accepting you, so don't worry. You just need to be yourself."
As she gently spoke, she had undone all of the buttons on Jasper's shirt. "You burned the midnight oil working behind my back.
You will injure your waist if you sleep sitting like this until the next morning. Change into your sleepwear and lie down."
"Hmm, okay."
Jasper was compliant. However, when he stretched his waist while changing into his sleepwear, it ached and hurt.
He couldn't possibly feel this way. Age must have been catching up on him.
"Lyse, go back to the room."
Unexpectedly, before Jasper finished his sentence, Alyssa slipped into his bed like a cute white bunny.
"I want to sleep with you."
"Lyse, listen to me. Once we return to Solana City..."
"No, I want it now!" Alyssa tugged on the corner of his shirt and wouldn't let go.
Jasper couldn't take his eyes off how Alyssa looked, biting her lowered lip. She looked cute and charming. He could sense
himself being overwhelmed by his lust. His lower abdomen tightened as he tried his best to suppress the urge to push her down
on the bed and aggressively devour her.
Eventually, he compromised and slowly lay beside her.
Alyssa turned around and entered his embrace. He hugged her skillfully and allowed her to use his arm as a pillow.

At this moment, both of them were satisfied and sighed together.
"Please don't be humble once you've met Dad."
Alyssa couldn't bear to see him hurt his ego. After all, for the past 13 years, Jasper, the man she loved, was always a dazzling
morning star, incomparable to anyone else. "He may have had four wives, but he is not a king, nor are we in the olden days.
"There's no need to be excessively humble to the point of avoiding even lifting your head in front of him. You have to remember
—You are mine."
"I was too worked up back then, so I didn't give it much thought." Jasper laughed softly and said, "You have no idea. I almost
said 'Thank you, Dad' instead of 'Thank you, Mr. Taylor.'"
Alyssa's heart palpitated. She blushed and pecked Jasper's lips.
The night was quiet, and the kiss carried a sweet, tender quality.
Jasper curled his lips as he looked at her affectionately. Alyssa's lustful eyes illuminated enchantingly in the lingering night.
With practiced ease, her hand gripped the smooth silk night trousers.
"Lyse. This is your house." Jasper's breath thickened as he grabbed her hand.
Alyssa hummed, and it made him tremble. She sounded excited. "Isn't it always at my house?"
Jasper held it in so hard that his eyes were bloodshot. His voice was extremely hoarse. "It's different."
"It's the same to me."
Alyssa kissed his Adam's apple. She lifted her smooth legs and hooked onto his waist. "It is home wherever you are."
The last nerve, tugging at the back of Jasper's mind, finally snapped.
In an instant, his breath grew labored as he positioned himself atop Alyssa, securing her beneath him. With a fervent touch, his
hands deftly removed the nightgown.