Felicity needs more

The men at the nearby table had lost all semblance of subtlety, their eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding before them. Felicity's cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, her chest heaving, as she tried to catch her breath.

Felicity's voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes pleading with James as she begged, "Take me somewhere private. I need you."

James chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want."

Felicity's breath hitched. "Yes," she murmured, the word barely audible over the clinking of silverware and the low murmur of the surrounding conversations. "I want you to take me somewhere private and fuck me."

James's smile grew wolfish. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well," he said, his voice a low rumble. He stood up, pulling her to her feet, the love egg still nestled within her. The sensation of it moving against her walls as she walked sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

They walked out of the restaurant, their steps measured and deliberate. James's hand remained firmly on the small of her back, guiding her through the hotel's opulent halls. The warmth from his touch seemed to spread through her, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She could feel the eyes of the men from the nearby table on her, and she knew they were aware of what had just transpired.

As they reached the elevator, James turned to the waiter who had been attentive throughout their dinner. "Thank you for the excellent service," he said casually, slipping the man a generous tip. The waiter nodded, his gaze flickering down to their entwined hands before he disappeared back into the dining room.

Once inside the elevator, James pressed the button for their floor, his eyes never leaving hers. The doors slid shut with a soft whisper, sealing them in the intimate space. Felicity felt the heat of his body behind her, his chest pressing against her back, and she could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.

As the lift ascended, James's hands began to wander, his fingertips grazing the curve of her waist before sliding down to cup her ass. The warmth of his palms sent shivers up her spine, and she leaned back into him, her body begging for more. His touch grew bolder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he squeezed and kneaded, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin where her thighs met her buttocks.

"You've been such a good girl tonight," James murmured into her ear, his voice a dark caress that sent her pulse racing. "Do you know what good girls get?"

Felicity's breath hitched, her body quivering with anticipation. "What?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.