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C POV

"Is this ok?" I look up at Ana in disbelief as she rides me.

"Baby, it's so good.", I moan, pulling her face down to mine. My lips can't get enough of hers. She pulls away but gives me the most seductive look. I move my left hand from the mattress and bring it to her clit, pushing a finger in while my cock pumps inside her. We've been going at it since we stepped into the bedroom. Ana had looked exhausted earlier, but she suddenly found a second wind the second we got to the bed.

"Fuck Christian. I'm close.", she murmurs. Hearing my sweet wife curse turns me on even more. I keep my finger inside her and then move my free hand to her waist. Being beneath her is like standing in front of a masterpiece of art.

"Give it to me baby." She rolls her head back and tightens her grip on the sheets as her orgasm hits. I thrust into her harder, spilling my release into her sweet core. She collapses her head on my chest and starts to come down from the high.

In the bliss of our afterglow, we cuddle with only the light from the moon shining through the window. With our legs tangled together in the sheets, Ana rests her head on my chest. I stare down at her and smile over the thought of how fucking lucky I am.

"I really was tired earlier.", she mumbles through her semiconscious state.

"Yet you somehow found the energy to ravage my body.", I smirk. She raises her head and rolls her eyes. "Admit it. You can't get enough of me."

"Maybe or maybe my hormones have me all over the place. One minute I can be as cool as a cucumber, and the next I'm crying over not being able to find the tv remote." I look sympathetically at her in recollection of this afternoon when I arrived home to find her pulling all of the sofa cushions up in search of the remote. She was in tears as I tried to assure her we'd find the remote. It turns out the remote wasn't lost, only hidden. Jamison had apparenty grabbed it from the coffee table and placed it in the kitchen. He proudly grabbed my hand and led me to the corner where he had placed the remote. Ana's tears subsided into laughter once she saw what Jamison had done.

"Baby, the hormones are nothing."

"How can you say that when I'm constantly being all hot and cold with you?", she asks.

"Because I know the hormones are a natural part of the pregnancy." I caress her bare arm, only stopping when I hear a soft snore. "Night Ana.", I whisper before falling asleep myself.

"Christian, Roger Hardin is here.", April informs me.

"Send him in." She moves away from my office door and reappears a few seconds later with Roger Hardin, one of the top contractors around. His name is one of several on the list for the remodel. I was a little shocked when he called yesterday afternoon and asked for a meeting. He walks with confidence into the room and immediately holds his hand out as I stand. "Mr. Hardin, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise Mr. Grey.", he replies while sitting down. "Thank you for meeting with me."

"You're welcome. I have to say I was a surprised when I got your call. I'm aware of your name being on the list of possible contractors for my company's remodel, but I haven't gone past the first stage yet. I'm still in the process of taking names."

"I'm very aware of that. I also am aware that you've got a lot of top notch contractors." I cock my head in confusion. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know the best people are going to be rallying for this job. I, however, am not one of the best. I am the best." This guy can't be accused of lacking confidence. "That leads to the nature of my visit. I'm here to tell you that you're only going to be wasting your time with looking at the other names."

"So I should save my time and the trouble by hiring you?", I ask with amusement. Granted choosing the contractor is going to difficult, but I want the chance to make sure the right one is hired. "I appreciate your concern for my time, but I'm going to be looking at each name on the list which isn't complete yet. The deadline is Friday at five." He doesn't seem happy to hear this information.

"What can I do to to move my name to the top of the list? Perhaps I can offer you my house in the Hamptons. It's a beautiful place this time of year, and I'm sure your wife would like it."

"I don't do bribes."

"It's not a bribe. Think of it as a gift from one friend to the other."

"Friends? You and I only met a few minutes ago. I wouldn't call us friends."

"Not yet, but I can sense you and I could be great friends." He adjusts his tie. "Mr. Grey, you want the best which I am. You and I can help each other. Think of the all the press you'd receive in exchange for hiring me. I take it you saw my work on city hall."

"Yes, and you did a wonderful job on it. I'm not saying that I won't hire you. I'm only saying that I can't choose you over the rest, at least not now. Being a businessman, I would think you'd understand my point of view."

"I suppose.", he sighs as he stands. "I at least gave it a shot. I'll let you get back to your work." We shake hands one last time, and he exits my office. I could have indeed saved myself some trouble, but I know I did the right thing by not agreeing to his offer.

A POV

"Here." Jamison crushes his cookie and places the crumbs in my hand.

"Thank you." I toss the crumbs into the garbage can and then go to the sink to wash my hands. Once I'm finished, I grab a wipe and clean Jamison's hands. A frown is on his face as he stares at the garbage can. "Baby boy, Mommy had to throw the cookie away, but thank you for offering it to me. You're sweet. Can I have a kiss?" I bend and feel him press his lips to my cheeks. "Awww. Perfect." I pick him up and carry him into the living room where I see Charles. "Hey. I didn't know you'd be home so early."

"Since I've been working late the last few evenings, my boss told me to take off early today. I wasn't going to argue with him.", he chuckles. "I figured I'd catch up on some laundry."

"And possibly go to see Carol?", I ask, settling down with Jamison.

"Carol's working the late shift at the diner tonight. She won't be off until around eleven.", he murmurs.

"Why is she not working her usual day shift?"

"Tiffany, the new girl who started a few weeks ago, had a family function to attend, and Carol offered to switch shifts with her. I know it's her job, one that she's had for a while, but I don't like Carol working so late at night. It might be not be as busy, but crazy things can happen at night."

"Crazy things can happen any time.", I tell him. "I worked plenty late shifts at the diner, and they're not so bad. It was actually during one of those shifts that I met Christian. He stopped in for coffee, and the rest is history." I glance down at Jamison and then my stomach. Charles sweays on his feet and drops back in on to the ottoman.

"I can see that you're trying to make me feel better, but I'm now kind of worried about a millionaire coming and sweeping her off her feet."

"That's not going to happen. Carol only has eyes for one guy. You."

"I only found out this afternoon, but I've got an appointment to look at an apartment tomorrow. On the outside, the building is nice and is in a good neighborhood. It's also about halfway between here and my office." Christian and I knew Charles was looking around for his own place, but I didn't know how close he was to finding a place.

"You know you can stay here as long as you want. We like having you here."

"Well, I like being here, but it's time for me to move out. It's what best for all of us. You and Christian are going to be welcoming Delaney soon, and I'm getting more serious with Carol. I feel guilty when I arrive home late." Jamison wiggles his way out of my arms and slowly climbs on to the floor. He does a quick take at the tv remote which is his new favorite thing to hide. Instead of going for the remote, he goes to Charles. "Just because I won't be here doesn't mean I won't come by and see you. I'm so grateful for the time that I've had with you."

"Like you said, you'll still see him and all of us.", I smile.

"I had the most interesting meeting with Roger Hardin." Christian walks over to the fridge and grabs one of the small chocolate milk cartons that I've been keeping stocked in the fridge. I giggle as I watch him standing in his suit with the carton. He pulls a chair out and sits down at the table with me.

"How was it interesting?"

"The guy is definitely set on getting the remodeling job."

"That's good. You don't want someone who isn't interested to do it.", I shrug. Christian takes a sip of the milk and slides the carton over to me so I can get a drink.

"He's so interested that he made a bribe by offering me the use of his place in the Hampton. The guy must not realize that I can buy the whole damn Hamptons if I want, but that's beside the point. He may have an outstanding record, yet some of the other contractors do as well. I want things to be fair. That's not too much to ask, right?"

"Not at all. You did the right thing." I start to push the carton back to him, but he shakes his head. "Are you sure you don't want more?"

"I'm sure. So...I guess with Charles moving it'll be just the three of us here."

"Until our little princess arrives." Charles told Christian about the apartment after he arrived home from work. As suspected, Christian voiced his support for Charles. "It's ok to admit that you're going to miss having Charles around. I'm going to miss him."

"It's not like he's moving back to New York. He'll still be around and a part of our lives. I just got used to seeing him at the dinner table or watching tv on the sofa. We've really made great progress."

"I see that progress everytime I look in your eyes and also when I look into Charles's. You not only care for each other, but you also love each other.", I say as I slurp the last of the milk.

"I do in fact love him. You know who else I love?"

"Hmmm. Could it be oh I don't know...me?"

"Yes you."