Later, while in bed, the heat between them was just too much to ignore, and Dezi whispered into Rox’s ear. “Have you ever had a massage?”
Rox smiled. “What do you think?”
Dezi reached out, and in a drawer beside the bed, he took out a bottle of Chinese sweet oil. With slow and easy movements, he poured some of it into his hands and then began to work it into Rox’s muscles. With loving firmness, he squeezed each hard, well-defined muscle as Rox gave out deep growls of appreciation. This was a skill that Dezi had learned with pleasure from someone in his past. He enjoyed the view of Rox’s powerful body, the way it rippled beneath his touch, and the way it radiated sinful heat up into his hands.
Even as a child, Dezi had been drawn erotically to the tall, golden men of this world. He had n
