Wiping his mouth, he handed it to Reid next. “You start.” Reid examined the bottle in distaste. “I’m not playing.” “Oh, come on, Chass.” I rose to my tiptoes, clasping my hands together at my chest and swaying. “Please? I promise I won’t make you measure your dick against Jean Luc’s.” Jean Luc smirked. “Now that is for the best. I wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone.” Spluttering, Reid’s knuckles whitened on the bottle. “You—you can’t—” He grimaced. “What are the rules?”
