Hopper doesn’t need to be told twice. He hooks his fingers in the waist of his boxers, then lifts his hips at the same time as he tugs them down. Maybe his body isn’t what it used to be, but Joyce’s look, her dark eyes, all that tells him it doesn’t matter the way he might think it does.

She wants him, too.

He’s hard and his cock hits his belly softly once he has his underwear off, but he’s still staring at her. “Come on,” he says again and holds a hand out toward her.