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cozy booth away from the other guests with a glass of Moet, a yellow tulip, and a powder pink rose courtesy of my husband and Monica. At exactly seven, my dinner guests walked in.
    James was sharp, dressed in cream linen slacks with dark chocolate gator shoes that perfectly matched the button-down shirt with different shades of browns and tans swirled through it, compliments of Sean John fashions. His wedding band glistened and shined from the door, and the light bounced off it from all the way across the room. I could smell his Cool Water way before he reached the table.
    Monica was equally impressive in a short, champagne-colored one piece that showed off perky breasts and fell just above her knee. The bottom of her dress had that tattered look and it accented her long, chocolate legs. Her toes peeked out of champagne stiletto sandals, and her soft, jetblack curls framed her face. Her makeup was flawless, and she smelled sweet.
    I stood up as they made their way to the booth and couldn’t stop staring at them. When my husband and Monica reached the table, he gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my lips that made me wet instantly. He hadn’t kissed me like that in months. Monica gave me a soft kiss on my cheek, and James made sure we were both seated before he took his seat.
    Before we could start conversing, the waiter was at our table with appetizers. We were served stuffed mushrooms and Caesar salad with glasses of Moet to wash it down. I glanced over at my husband periodically and couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having. For the first time in months, I wanted my husband the way a woman wants her man, and I couldn’t wait to get upstairs.
    â€œDid you get the roses I sent you?” Monica asked between small bites of the crab-stuffed mushroom she was eating. She had the cutest heart-shaped mouth that made you want to kiss her. Her tongue darted out every so often to the corners of her mouth to remove whatever food or drink was there. That turned me on and made me wonder how her tongue would feel on my skin.
    â€œYes, thank you. They were nice.”
    â€œDid you enjoy the tulips?” my husband asked, his eyes never leaving me. “I know yellow is your favorite color.”
    Tonight, he looked different, kind of like he was in love with me all over again. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and his lips begged for me to kiss him. I wanted to so badly.
    â€œYes, baby, I did. Thank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome, baby. How’d your day go?”
    Me, Monica, and James made conversation over the smoked salmon, wild rice, and mixed vegetables we were served for dinner. Before dessert was served, James and I slow danced to “Reunion” by Maxwell as I watched Monica from the dance floor. She swayed from side to side in her seat, never taking her eyes off me. I don’t know what she did when I wasn’t facing her, but when I did she looked me right in the eye, her facial expressions telling me what I had to look forward to.
    As we danced, my husband held me close, his mouth on my ear singing the words to the song. His warm hands felt good on my bare back as he made small circles, massaging me. I truly felt like this was indeed our reunion because it had been a long time since we’d been like this. I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of him in my arms and me in his.
    Slices of double chocolate cake waited for us when we got back to the table. I couldn’t touch mine because I was ready to go upstairs. James fed me and Monica his cake off the same fork, and that only made me more excited. I wanted to get this party started, but I went with the flow because I didn’t know what they had planned.
    â€œAre you ready for ecstasy, baby?” my husband asked me after we finished dessert. Instead of answering, I grabbed both of them by the hand and led them out of the dining room.

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    Once we got into the elevator, James