When he grins like that, when he really smiles, he reminds her of the kid she grew up knowing. The people they were before the world got to both of them. He palms her breast, pinches at her nipple, and Joyce arches her back, pressing into his hand. When he rubs the head of his cock against her, Joyce bites her lip over a moan, squirming, her nails digging into his shoulder. When he starts to ease into her, she groans.

"Like you mean it, Jim."