A/N: So I am fairly new in the Rizzles space, and I wish I had come over sooner. I LOVE that you guys talk to me. and I LOVE . That you like my story and maybe I will be inspired in the Rizzles space again. We get to the Nitty here in this Chapter. The Benefits are laid out. I hope you like it and let me know all about it. Thank you so much for your Reviews!~S.K. (BTW I used to work at a place called Embrey Mill with a lady called Debra as a new home sales assistant.)

Four

The weekend with Maura had been absolutely wonderful. We spent our time exploring the area, particularly checking out new model homes in Stafford. One neighborhood, in particular, caught our eye—Embrey Mills, with its New England-style Brownstones. It felt like a slice of home right here in Virginia, and I found myself drawn to it.

"I really like this one," Maura declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Maur, it's four stories."

Her response was as pragmatic as ever, "Yeah, but you get a whole floor to yourself. And the baby will have a playroom, and the guest room can be right there."

I smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You planning on staying in that guest room, Maura?"

She offered a wry smile, "Or your mom, or anyone in your enormous family."

I laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, maybe."

Maura's practicality and her consideration for my family never ceased to amaze me. The future was starting to take shape, and I couldn't help but wonder where it would lead us.

The Sales manager approached us then. "What do you ladies think?"

"Oh, it's wonderful," Maura replied, her curiosity shining through. "Are there any of these closer to completion?"

"Actually, all of these are already framed out. We aren't making any more of these. And we have one End lot and one middle lot about to be finished in about three months. Still in time to pick cabinets, counters, and light fixtures," the manager explained. Her dark hair was styled somewhat like Maura's, and she felt familiar to me. I glanced between my best friend and Debra, the manager, and couldn't help but feel a bit... weird.

"Great, Jane, you can make it look the way you want it," Maura said, nudging me gently.

"I don't know, Maur. I think you have great taste," I responded, my gaze sweeping around the tastefully decorated model. Lately, my hormones had been all over the place since the Hastings situation. With him out of the picture, I found myself viewing everyone through the lens of my heightened libido. Especially Maura. God, I wanted her. But it was weird, right? I mean, Maura... Sure, I'd thought about it, like I was curious about it. But it had never been anything more. Now, this kid had me beyond wondering, especially since we'd been sharing the same bed again.

"Oh Jane, look, they use quartz countertops," Maura was saying, breaking my train of thought.

I turned to face her and nodded. "Uh huh…" I walked up to Maura and Debra. "How much would the end house equipped like this model cost?"

"This house is priced at 459," Debra stated.

"That is certainly a lot less than what it would cost in Boston," Maura noted.

"Yeah," I said, my mind filled with conflicted thoughts. "I'll think about it."

"I've got your information, Debra. If Jane makes up her mind, we will give you a call," Maura said, shaking the woman's hand. The resemblance between Maura and Debra was striking—same height, a similar face, a matching style. The primary difference was their hair color.

The moment we were back in the car, Maura turned to me. "Well, that was rude."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You barely paid attention to Debra when she came over," she said as I pulled off and started driving around the neighborhood.

"I, uh…" I hesitated, searching for the right words. "Maur, I don't even know how to explain that without being super crass."

"What?" Maura looked at me, curious.

"My hormones are going haywire…"

"Are you saying you were aroused by her?" Maura asked, her expression unreadable.

"Uh… Kinda?" I admitted. "She reminded me of someone…"

"A woman? Have you ever been with one?" she inquired.

"No," I answered, feeling a little embarrassed. "And that's what's freaking me out about it."

"Jane, it's just sex," she said, her tone calm and reassuring.

"You saying that you would sleep with me today if I wanted you to?"

She paused, considering her response carefully. "If it was necessary, yes," she finally replied. Maura looked at me, her gaze steady. "It wouldn't be my first time with a woman."

"Really?" I said, peeking at her when I stopped at a red light. "What's it like?"

Maura didn't hesitate. "Incredibly satisfying." I tried to think about something else, but my mind was stubbornly fixed on the subject.

I didn't say anything else about it until we were back in the apartment, watching the Red Sox game. My mind was all over the place, and I wished I had a beer to help me focus on the game. Maura came out and sat next to me with her laptop.

Before she could say anything, I interrupted her because I needed to understand something. "You mean, like, you'll sleep with me because my hormones are out of whack?"

"Yes," she replied, putting her computer on the coffee table.

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"It's mutually beneficial," she explained with a casual shrug. "You would be regulating your hormones, and we would both benefit from the physical release of serotonin, which can provide mental clarity throughout the day."

"Don't you think it will be weird?" I probed.

"Will be?" Maura questioned. "Are you considering it?"

"Well, damn, Maur, I don't know."

"We can just create a set of rules. We do it until one of us finds someone, or until the baby is born," she suggested.

"My family can't find out," I emphasized.

"No, that would be fruitless," she agreed, her gaze fixed on her computer. "Actually, I think they need to believe I'm still in Paris until after you tell them about the baby."

As I watched the batter on the screen steal second base, my mind raced. Could this really be just a casual arrangement, a physical release to clear my head for training? His tight ass on the screen somehow made my decision for me. "Wanna go right now?"

"Okay," she said, her voice carrying a sense of determination, "but we need some ground rules."

"Alright," I agreed, adopting a straightforward attitude.

"No talking about how we feel about it afterward," Maura declared, her words clear and concise.

"Done," I confirmed, recognizing the potential complications that could arise from discussing emotions. "We stop after the baby is born."

"Naturally," she replied, displaying her logical thinking. She began unbuttoning her blouse, and I couldn't help but appreciate the sight. "If either of us wants to start dating, we stop."

"Sure thing," I said as I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and I noticed her gaze lingering on my ample bosom. "No public displays of affection... I've seen how you are with your boyfriends."

Maura smirked and unhooked her bra, revealing herself fully. "Got it, it's purely physical. I must admit, it's been almost a year since I've had intercourse."

"Holy shit, I think you need this more than I do," I remarked, my hands deftly unbuckling my pants.

"You have no idea," she responded, and with that, she pounced on me, our lips crashing together. In no time, I found myself on my back on the couch, our physical connection electrifying the moment.