Melanie chooses Staci

The scent of champagne wafted through the air as the bottle moved from Taylor to Rick, across to Emily, who finally emptied it with the last swallow. She dropped the empty bottle into the waste bin, and turned her focus back to Melanie.

"I suppose it's my turn now," Melanie said with an air of authority. "And I choose the bride to be."

Staci's eyes widened in surprise as Melanie singled her out. She glanced around the limo, suddenly aware of all eyes on her. "Alright then, I choose ... dare."

Melanie's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Perfect. I dare you to give Phil a little preview of your wedding night, right here in front of all of us."

A collective gasp went through the limo. Staci's cheeks flushed as she looked at Phil, who was watching her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"What exactly do you mean by 'preview'?" Staci asked, her voice a touch breathier than usual. As she spoke, Abbie wondered if Staci was nervous or excited ... or possibly both.

Melanie leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "I mean, show us just how ... intimate you two can get. Nothing too explicit, of course. We're all friends here, after all."

Staci hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind. She turned to Phil, a determined look in her eyes. "You up for this, babe?"

Phil nodded, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Whatever you want, honey."

Without another word, Staci swung herself over Phil's lap, straddling him. She cupped his face in her hands, leaning in close. "Remember," she whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear, "this is just a preview."

With that, Staci pressed her lips to Phil's in a passionate kiss. Her hands slid into his hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his. Phil's hands found her waist, pulling her closer.

The limo fell silent except for the soft sounds of their kissing. Staci began to slowly roll her hips, grinding against Phil in a sensual rhythm. A low groan escaped Phil's throat, muffled by their locked lips.

Staci broke the kiss, trailing her lips along Phil's jaw to his ear. "I love you," she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Then she sat back slightly, her hands moving to unbutton the top few buttons of Phil's shirt.

She leaned down and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his newly exposed collarbone. Phil's head fell back against the seat, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands roamed Staci's back, pulling her dress up slightly to caress the bare skin of her thighs.

Staci arched her back, pressing her breasts against Phil's chest as she continued to grind against him. She captured his lips again in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing his as their bodies moved together.

The other passengers watched with a mixture of arousal and fascination. Jake felt Abbie's hand tighten on his thigh, and he glanced at her to see her eyes fixed on the couple, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Staci's hands traced the contours of Phil's chest, her fingers entwining in his chest hair as she unbuttoned his shirt. She dared to let one shoulder strap fall down, inviting Phil to reciprocate her intimate touches.

With no clear resistance from Staci, Phil began to return the attention, kissing her neck, her collarbone, and then drifting down her upper chest and toward her breasts, which were still contained within her dress -- although with her shoulder strap down, it wouldn't take much to bare more of her skin.

Phil's lips and fingers teased and toyed, pushing Staci's dress just a little this way and a little that way, nudging it further off her body. Staci was undeterred and didn't demonstrate any objection to Phil's efforts. In return, he simply pushed the material of her dress a fraction of an inch at a time, baring more and more of Staci's chocolate skin and firm upper body.

Out of the corner of her eye, Staci noticed Danny -- who sat next to Phil -- ogling her. She watched Danny for a moment, curious how overt he'd be in eyeballing his best friend's fiancée, though she also considered that it wasn't just Phil's friend, it was Phil's notoriously lecherous friend with whom she'd had many encounters over the years, and with whom there was always a strange sexual tension.

As Staci's eyes wandered back and forth between Danny and Phil, she felt what should have seemed inevitable, which was her dress finally giving way to Phil's pulls and tugs. Staci glanced downward just in time to see her left breast exposed for a few seconds before Phil leaned over her and began to kiss her, obscuring her brief nudity from Danny's view.

After what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, Staci finally pulled back from Phil, simultaneously replacing her fallen shoulder strap (and thus pulling her dress back over her breast). She and Phil gazed at each other, both of them breathing heavily. She rested her forehead against his, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"How's that for a preview?" Staci asked breathlessly, addressing the group but keeping her eyes locked with Phil's. Her hands drifted down his chest and fell into his lap, where could feel that he clearly had gotten hard from all that foreplay. She allowed her fingers to linger there a moment, running one finger along his prominent shaft through his pants. She wasn't sure if anyone could see her hands in that moment, but didn't care enough to look (or to stop).

There was a moment of stunned silence before the limo erupted in cheers and wolf whistles. Staci laughed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of exertion and slight embarrassment as she climbed off Phil's lap and settled back into her seat beside him.

Phil cleared his throat, adjusting his shirt and running a hand across his brow, feeling a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. "I, uh, think we might need to rethink our wedding night plans," he joked, his voice slightly hoarse. "That was ... wow."

Abbie felt her own cheeks burning as she glanced at Jake, noticing the way his eyes had darkened with desire. She squeezed his thigh gently, a silent promise for later.

"Okay, okay," Staci said, fanning herself with her hand. "I think that's enough excitement for now. We're almost at the marina anyway."

As if on cue, the limo began to slow, the scenery outside the windows changing from busy streets to a more serene coastal view. The game forgotten, everyone began to peer out the windows, eager for their first glimpse of the yacht.