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I laugh. “Merry Christmas, Charlize.”

She presses her lips to mine. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Devereaux.”

And I’ve never heard such sweet words.

Charlize

One year later

“What do you think?” Alistair asks as we walk, hand in hand, around the swanky, new apartment in Seattle.

“Alistair, it’s amazing. I love it.”

“Are you sure? If you don’t like the decor, we can change it.”

The apartment Lukas told us about is in the same building as theirs, and it’s perfect for us. But Alistair has to like it.

“It’s beautiful as is. I love everything, especially the balcony.”

The place is spacious, three bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms. A study. A large, expansive kitchen in white and gold overlooking a huge lounge room and dining area. I personally love it, but it isn't all about me.

“We can get new furniture, you can pick everything.” He pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.

“It’s perfect, if you love it?”

“I can see us here.” He looks around. “We can make it a home.”

“I’d love that,” I whisper. “We can go shopping together.”

“Or you can send me pictures. You know I’m shit at stuff like that.”

“Nonsense, you did very well with both your homes in England — they’re fabulous.”

“That’s because I hired a very expensive decorator.” He looks at me. “And now you can do all of that.”

I smile. I’ve been taking an interior decorating course for the last six months, and it’s something I’m really enjoying. I might even make a business out of it when I’m qualified. It’d be small; I don’t want to take on any huge jobs, but I love doing it. I’ve always had a creative streak and I love working with colour and textures.

And it would be a dream to add some decor to this apartment and style it to our tastes. Luckily, Alistair and I have very similar tastes when it comes to decorating. We both like muted colours, clean lines and nothing too bright and in your face.

“How much is it?” I always worry about money, mainly because Alistair is the one with all the dough.

“Don’t worry about that. It’s our home away from home. I want it to be perfect.”

Condos like this run into the millions, and with this view of the city? I can only imagine.

“It is if you’re here with me.”

“I’ll always be here with you.” He kisses me on the nose. “I think we put an offer in.”

I nod eagerly. “Okay.” This is all falling into place. “I can’t wait to pick out towels with you.”

He grins.

Our home away from home.

Alistair rolls his hips as I ride him, reverse cowgirl. The man is as virile in bed as ever. Making me come over and over with that hot tongue of his, and not giving me a reprieve before he’s pushing into me from behind. This man can go forever.

I also have my hands tied behind my back, so he has full control.

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