“I have to admit, I’m feeling … very warm. And a little dizzy.” “I have to admit something, too.” “What?” Lips flat, she cleared her throat. “You may want to lock your doors tonight. The liquor is a bit of an aphrodisiac.” “What?” My voice was far less amused that time. “What does …. Why lock the door?” “Because you are probably going to need to fuck something, and there are too many men in this castle who would happily oblige. You’ll probably have your fingers down your undergarments most of the night.”
