My.
God.
I’m so turned on, I could ignite.
Now, I have to walk around with my clit throbbing with need.
I doubt I’ll ever be a match for this man’s dirty mind.
Rhett helps me out of the truck.
When I’m standing in front of him, he drops a soft kiss on my forehead. “Ready for some good bourbon?”
“If I’m going to be deprived of an orgasm, booze is the next best thing.”
He laughs.
“Let’s get some bourbon into you, then.” He reaches for his Stetson before closing and locking the door
“Booze feels like a consolation prize. Since beggars can’t be choosers, I’ll take it.”
He laughs again.
With my feet firmly on the ground, and now that my body isn’t humming with as much desire, I survey my surroundings. “This is breathtaking.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Rhett says. “There’s a lot more wow factor behind the building. I was told this is one of the most romantic riverside spots in the area.”
I look up at him. “Sounds like we’re going to have a great time.”
“We are,” he says. “Let’s go. I told Jenkins and the girls to wait for us inside.”
“Lead the way.”
With our fingers interlaced, we stroll towards the front door.
We walk inside the building.
“Hello,” a perky blonde with brown eyes says. She’s wearing a light blue polo shirt with the distillery’s logo embroidered on it. “My name is Leah-Marie. Welcome to the Redbridge Bourbon Distillery.”
“Hello,” Rhett says.
“Good afternoon,” I say.
“You must be here for the six p.m. tour,” she says.
“We are,” I say at the same time as my boyfriend says, “You got that right.”
“We still have time, but we already have a group waiting,” Leah-Marie says.
I frown. “There are more people here?”
“Yes,” Leah-Marie says. “We’re at capacity for the last tour of the day.”
“Where are the other trucks and cars?” I frown. “All but two trucks, your parking lot is deserted.”
“It’s a medium size group. They all came via chauffeured rides. My guess is they’ll be barhopping after this.”
“It makes sense. And it’s the safe way to go if you intend on partying the night away.”
