I decide to take a different approach and bring my hand to the front of his boxers. He fell asleep in his jeans last night, and I had a hell of a time tugging them down his legs without waking him. But now he’s been left vulnerable, and manipulable. My fingernails gently graze the inked skin just above the waistband… He doesn’t budge. I dip my hand fully into his boxers, and he opens his eyes. “Good morning,” he says with a lusty smile. I remove my hand and stand up. “Get up.”
