"Yeah, I am," I say, dead serious as I curl a hand in front of his waistband, using the grip to yank him toward me.

Popping the button and tugging down the zipper, my hand slipping inside and curving possessively over the line of his dick through his underwear. Then, just as abruptly, I pull my hand away and drop into a crouch so I can unlace his boots.

Getting him to step out of them, I push them against the wall by the toilet, out of the way, and then stand up to finish with his pants.