“Hmm, that’s a little too tight,” Jones said, crouching beside Casey. His hand brushed her thigh, which was not technically part of the adjustment, but she didn’t move it away, so that was good, right? He had been Casey's instructor for a few weeks, and training her had been both a blessing and hell for him. Casey was trying to lose weight, and Jones couldn't find it in him to tell her she was perfect the way she was. Her huge rack, a pert-looking ass that was in the shape of peaches every time she bent over, drove him crazy. Then there were her breasts. In the sports bra, they were full and round and perfect. It felt like heaven when he pressed against her while guiding her in lifting weights or stretching properly. “Excuse me?” she said, voice a little breathless. “You’re tense,” he said, thumb pressing unde
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