““Did you just…lick me?” he asked, sounding both shocked and amused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You licked me. I felt it,” he accused, but I noticed he wasn’t complaining. “Your imagination is running wild because of all the workout endorphins.” “It wasn’t a complaint. In fact, you’re welcome to have another taste.” “Fine…I licked you. But it was an involuntary reflex—hot guy, exposed chest…you know how it is.””
