James has a surprise for Felicity - her maid of honour

James leaned close, whispering in her ear “Are you ready for what’s to come? Are you ready for what you’ve been waiting for all this time?” As he said this, his hand slid down Felicity’s back to cuo her ass firmly through her dress.

Before she could fully process the intensity of his touch, James released her and strode over to the suite's door. He opened it with a flourish, and there, standing before her, was her maid of honor, Rachel, still dressed in her bridesmaid’s dress.

Felicity's eyes widened in shock, but Rachel's smile was knowing, almost mischievous, as she stepped into the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she purred, her eyes sparkling with an unmistakable glint of excitement.

James's smiled. "Not at all," he said, his voice smoother than velvet. "Felicity, Rachel and I had a little chat earlier today. We thought it might be interesting if she were to join us tonight—you know, to help break the ice."

Rachel's smile grew as she closed the distance between them, her eyes raking over Felicity's exposed skin with a hungry gaze. "You look absolutely stunning," Rachel murmured, her voice a siren's song that seemed to resonate through Felicity's core. "I've always had a bit of a crush on you, and now that you're all dressed up like this, it's impossible not to want more."

Felicity's cheeks flamed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins. She had never felt more ****, standing before her best friend and her fiancé, both looking at her like she was a delicious treat to be shared. But the heat in James's gaze as he watched Rachel approach told her that this was a part of his plan all along—a surprise meant to push her boundaries and awaken something within her she hadn't known was there.