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His mouth dropped open as Lindsey's thumb brushed over it, tongue touching with the tip. Could feel the flush creep up into his cheeks.
Shouldn't be feeling so touched, wanted, because of this. The guy thought he was hot and was really lonely and really rich. That was all.
But he still felt that flutter in his stomach, felt his throat go dry.
Tried to shrug it off, snickering and looking down. "Yeah, wouldn't kill you, what do you do for food, anyway?"