“Right here,” he demanded, as she hesitated.
“Do it now, or I’ll do it for you. And you can turn around if you like, though I didn’t think you’re particularly modest.”
In fact she was, an unusual embarrassment of having her herself stripped below the waist in front of man she knew so well, but then again didn’t really know at all.
“Off with them, I won’t ask again.” His eyes bore down on her.
She turned and pushed the holy shorts off of her hips, and they dropped easily to the ground.
“Kick them away,” he said.
Casey stepped out of them, at the same time stepping toward Jack’s workbench. And as she did, he pushed her carefully against the rough hewn boards and bent her over with his left arm. For good measure his left hand rested firmly at the small of her back so she could not ea
