Page 4 of New Year's Eve

“Sprite.”

“Sir?”

I shrug out of my tuxedo jacket and hang it over the corner of a chair, my gaze locked on her the entire time. “Don’t you think there should be some consequences for keeping the news about Max from me?”

Slowly, deliberately, she shakes her head from side to side.

My pulse thuds heavy and hot in my veins. “And why is that?”

“It wasn’t my secret to share,” she whispers, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

“I still want to spank you.”

The smile breaks across her face. “Then you better catch me.”

She spins around and darts into the hallway. I get to the bottom of the staircase when she’s halfway up it, and I follow two steps at a time. My fingers glance off her hip at the top of the stairs, but she kicks off her heels and I have to jump to miss them as they tumble past my feet.

“Playing dirty,” I growl, slowing to a walk as she flees to our bedroom.

Nowhere to escape in there.

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