But there he stood. All mouth-watering, six-foot-four inches of him. And even more gorgeous in person.
She’d known he was tall, of course, but in real life, he seemed taller. His shoulders seemed broader, too. And his soulful dark eyes a more golden brown. His dark hair was slightly tousled as if he’d just run his fingers through it, and there was a slight scruff of beard outlining that amazingly chiseled jaw. He hadn’t bothered to tuck in the button-up shirt he was wearing, and beneath his jeans, his feet were bare. She’d been right. He had been getting dressed.
“Hi.” He gave her a smile. “Come on in.”
Addison blinked. Trevor Braden, the most gorgeous, in-demand, sexiest hunk in Hollywood had just spoken to her. And she was just standing there staring at him like a dufus.
She blinked, not sure that she’d heard right. “You’re not?”
“No,” he said again. “But I am going to make sure that we don’t have a repeat performance of what happened tonight.”
Addison frowned, not sure where he was going with that. “I don’t understand.”
“Which is why I intend to make myself perfectly clear.”
Taking her arm, Trevor marched her over to the leather couch that was set along one wall. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her? She was just about to say that wouldn’t be necessary when he sat down and pulled her unceremoniously over his knee.
Addison was so startled that for a moment all she could do was lay there draped over his muscular legs and stare down at the plush, beige carpet. What the heck was he doing? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him and was shocked to feel a sharp smack on her upturned bottom.
“Mr. Braden, what—?” She gasped as his hand came down again, this time on her other cheek. Oh my God, he was spanking her!
It had been freaking amazing. Her ass had been just as tight as he’d imagined, and watching her wiggle that perfect bottom of hers while he’d brought his hand down on her cheeks again and again had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He’d been hard as a rock for half the night dreaming about how delectable she’d looked.
But that had been last night, in the midst of some fit of madness. Now, in the clear and alarming light of day, he realized how incredibly stupid he had been.
Oh yeah, he was going to pay big for those few moments of insanity. He could see the tabloid headlines now.
“HOLLYWOOD HUNK PADDLES ASSISTANT!”
Access Hollywood would probably run a special segment on him, maybe Entertainment Tonight, too. They’d call it “Hollywood Men and the Women They Spank.” Damn, this was going to be bad.
When they arrived at the studio, Trevor let Addison step out of the limo first. As she did so, he found his gaze automatically going to her butt. Damn, damn, and double damn. She had an amazing ass. Thoughts of her wiggling around on his lap while he spanked her came to mind unbidden, and he let out a groan as he his cock went hard inside his jeans. Down boy, he told himself. Under no circumstances was he ever going to put his personal assistant over his knee and spank her again.
Two hours later, however, he was beginning to think maybe he shouldn’t have made such a silly promise. If there were ever a woman who needed her bottom warmed again, it was Addison.
She glanced around, looking for one, when she spotted two girls standing over by one of the lights. While attractive, neither of them were wearing bikinis, which meant they clearly weren’t models. They were talking about Trevor, though. Curious, Addison took a step closer so she could hear better.
“You got to do Matthew McConaughey last time,” one of the girls said. “That means I get to do Trevor Braden.
Addison’s eyes narrowed. Despite the fact she was Trevor’s assistant and had no claim on him, she couldn’t help the little stab of jealousy that went through her at the thought of him having sex with either girl. They weren’t even his type.
“Or,” the other girl said with a smile, “we could both oil him down.”
The first girl giggled. “Oooh, a Trevor Braden sandwich. I like it!"
Addison almost laughed. The girls weren’t talking about sleeping with Trevor; they were talking about rubbing him down with oil for the photo shoot. Which now, that she thought about it, wasn’t all that funny. She didn’t like the idea of the two girls running their hands all over him any more than she liked the idea of them jumping into bed with him. A Trevor Braden sandwich? Not if she could help it.
As she began to squirm more and more slowly in an effort to grind against Trevor’s leg, Addison wondered if he could tell she was getting excited. From the way his hand lingered on her ass after each smack, she thought for sure he must. That thought got her even hotter and she found herself wishing he would flip up her short robe and spank her on the bare bottom.
It suddenly dawned on Addison why Trevor had brought her to his room. He was going to spank her again. Why the heck had it taken her so long to figure that out? Because Trevor was acting completely different than he had the other times he’d spanked her. He wasn’t the least bit upset she’d messed up. In fact, he looked almost pleased she’d given him a reason to put her over his knee. As if he enjoyed spanking her as much as she enjoyed getting spanked. A slow fire spread over her whole body at the possibility. The warmth settled in the space between her legs and her pussy quivered.
Abruptly realizing he was waiting for an answer, she blushed and nodded. “I know. And you’re right. I should have thought about the traffic and had us leave earlier. It was my fault we were late. I suppose I should probably be spanked."
She felt her face flush even more as she said the words. She couldn’t believe how easily they’d rolled off her tongue. It was like someone had given her a script. Which wasn’t too far off. Being here in Trevor’s bedroom was like something out of a movie. Or her wildest fantasies.
Addison held her breath as she waited for Trevor to begin, but instead he surprised her by gently rubbing her bottom through her skirt. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, unable to help herself. Something told her this spanking wasn’t going to be like the others he’d given her.