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her urge to roll her eyes at me, a gesture that we strictly forbade, but she replied, "Yes." Her self-control was admirable. Obviously a trait she got from her mother. Except in the bedroom. AnnMarie had very little self-control in the bedroom. A little teasing and Sunshine was begging me for something. Often the begging was accompanied by pulls on the hair or my head being squeezed between her thighs. Damn she was strong, and mouth-wateringly sexy, I added mentally, as she walked down the hall of our Lakeshore drive condo.
    We'd moved here with Noah a year ago, sharing the top floor of a new development that I had spearheaded. Lately I've spent more time in suits than jeans and a hardhat and I missed the work, but I loved looking around the city and seeing my mark on it. My granddaddy would've been proud.
    Part of the problem with Nathan was that he was constantly in and out of the house. Our kids treated these two condos as interchangeable homes. Nicholas and Charlotte went to school together. Nathan acted like a big brother to both of them but from time to time I caught him looking at Charlotte with not so brotherly thoughts. I'd have to talk to Noah about this. Maybe on the boat this afternoon.
    The summer temperatures had been unbearably hot but we'd not gotten out on the lake since school was out due to my finishing up a construction project and Noah and AnnMarie celebrating the billion dollar mark on the hedge fund they co-managed. But we were getting away this weekend. We were taking Noah's boat up from Dusable marina up to Noah and Grace's North Shore residence. Grace lived out there on the weekends, preferring to get away from the city but AnnMarie and I loved being downtown, running along the lake together and making love with our balcony doors open so we could hear the lapping of the waves against the beach at night when the traffic of the cars couldn't cover the sound.
    AnnMarie was as beautiful today as she was when I first saw her at Central College eighteen years ago. At forty, her ass was still high and tight, two beautifully rounded globes that made it hard for me to keep my hands off them. Her hips were a tad wider due to the birth of Charlotte but I loved her womanly figure. Today in her boy shorts and tank top, I had to fight the urge to drag her into the bedroom for a pre-boating quickie. Maybe I could make use of the stateroom on Noah's yacht. I wondered if there was a word for having sex in the bathroom of a watercraft. Was that like the twenty-thousand leagues under the sea club? I'd have to ask Noah today.
    I figured he and Grace had used their stateroom bathroom more than once.
    "Can you believe this?" Noah stood behind the wheel of the yacht. He had a captain or driver for the yacht but Noah preferred to steer everything. It was hard to be in business with him because of this but you just had to wait him out. Or that's what I did when I let him invest in my first building. While we coasted through four years of deployment in Afghanistan and two years of community college and two at Central, it worked because I was content to let Noah direct our craft. Once I stepped off, though, I realized what a pain in the ass Noah could be when he wasn't getting his way. I once speculated about his bedroom activities to AnnMarie but she made me stop.
    "Don't talk to me about that," she'd ordered.
    "Why?" I shrugged. I'd been drinking some good Scotch a businessman had sent me for finishing the building of his project early and saving him a shitload of money.
    "Because I can't think of Grace that way. Or worse, Noah. I see him nearly everyday. Now I'm going to think of him standing around with a whip in his hand and shirtless."
    "Can't say I like that," I'd told her. I'm the only one she should be fantasizing about with his shirt off. I smiled a little at the memory of how I'd imprinted myself on AnnMarie's memory. Noah's nudge against my shoulder shook me out of my reverie.
    "Do you play Captain may I with