CHAPTER SEVEN
SYDNEY
No way! I just f****d Reid f*****g Turner. I should hire a prop plane with an aerial banner (like the ones at the shore) and have it buzz the neighborhood, the county, the state, hell, the country. Let everyone know that my mission has been accomplished. Not only did I get to f**k him, I got to shove an anal plug up his a*s.
Who would have guessed that? Now the problem was, who was getting it back out?
Not me. I’m not raising my hand for that job.
When I return from disposing of the c****m, I stop at the end of the bed and study Reid with his arms still outstretched. Marks from the wax and my teeth mar his chest and I almost feel guilty about them. But I shouldn’t. I didn’t do anything he didn’t want me to.
I move around to each side of the bed, releasing the rop
