Chapter Eight
Using both hands to slowly rub the body wash all over Balkhi’s chest and abdomen, Wilkes grinned to himself. The view was amazing—even more so now Balkhi’s skin was wet and glistening with soap. He could model for a swimwear catalogue or something; but Wilkes was glad he didn’t. He wanted Balkhi all to himself—not out there for others to ogle.
Balkhi, for his part, had rested one hand on the tiled wall, the other hanging down by his side, and was apparently waiting to see what Wilkes had planned for him.
Shifting his gaze to Balkhi’s, Wilkes winked. “All right?”
“Ye-es,” came the hesitant reply. “I am very much enjoying what you are doing, as I am sure you can tell. But I cannot help wondering what you are going to do next.”
“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t
