by Paige Tyler
Madison held out her hand as if that was supposed to scare Bob off, but he simply picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. The move not only knocked the breath from her, but loosened her perfect updo, too. Something Addison would have found amusing if she wasn’t so numb. Everything else she’d done since getting here — particularly all the stuff that should have gotten her fired — paled in comparison to this latest transgression.
Giving Addison a wink, Bob turned and headed for the door, Madison beating on his broad back and kicking her legs.
“If you don’t put me down right now, I’ll have you arrested for assault,” she shouted. “I mean it! I’ll...”
The rest of her words were lost as Bob disappeared down the hall and into the kitchen. Leaving Addison alone with Trevor. She stared down at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow her.
“So, this is the big secret Bob said you were keeping from me, isn’t it?”
She jerked her head up. “Bob told you?”
“No. He was adamant about it being your secret to tell. He just said whatever it was, it didn’t change the fact that you have feelings for me.”
“It doesn’t.” She took a step toward him, then stopped herself. “But it doesn’t make what I did okay. My sister might be a stuck-up snob, but she was right about what she said. I used my name, but I still pretended to be her. I didn’t go to an Ivy League school like she did. Or work for one of the most prestigious businesses in the country. There was no way I could have gotten this job with my resume. I’m not even remotely as qualified as she is.”
Trevor’s mouth curved up. “I don’t know about that. You seem pretty capable to me. I can’t image how Madison would have done better. I know for a fact she wouldn’t have figured out Murray was a thief.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because she would have been too busy telling me how great she was to notice what anyone else was doing.”
He was probably right about that.
She chewed on her lower lip. “Why aren’t you mad at me? I lied to you.”
“I can’t be mad at you. If you hadn’t had lied and taken your sister’s place, I never would have met you. That would have been the true crime.” He reached out to gently brush her hair back. “I need you, Addison. And I’m not just talking about needing you to be my assistant.”
She caught her breath at the look in his eyes. “What are you saying, Trevor?”
He cupped her face in his hand. “I’m saying that I love you Addison Mattingly.”
She was dreaming, she had to be. But then Trevor bent his head and kissed her, and she knew she wasn’t. No kiss in any dream she’d ever had felt this incredible. He honestly, truly loved her.
And while Addison could have stood there in the middle of the living room kissing him for the rest of the day and into the night, she had something important to tell him. So, even though it was hard, she dragged her mouth away from his.
“I love you, too,” she said softly. “I have from the moment I first saw you.”
She didn’t add that she meant the first time she’d seen him on television all those years ago, and thankfully, he didn’t ask. Instead, he swung her up in his arms and started up the stairs. She looped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, only to jerk upright as a thought occurred to her.
“What about Madison?”
Trevor chuckled. “I’m sure Bob can handle her.”
Addison didn’t know about that. Her twin was a handful, especially when she was in a mood. But then Addison remembered the way the big bodyguard had tossed her sister over his shoulder. Maybe Madison had finally met her match.
When they got to his bedroom, Trevor set her down and pulled her into his arms for a long, drugging kiss. She clung to him, suddenly unsteady on her feet. He lifted his head with a groan, his hand going to the belt of her robe. She stopped him before he could give it a tug.
“I was wondering...” She hesitated, unable to believe what she’d been about to say.
He slipped his hand beneath her chin, gently lifting her face up when she looked away. “You were wondering what?”
“I was wondering if you could...spank me first?”
There, she’d said it.
Trevor chuckled. “I suppose I could manage it.”
He took her hand, probably so he could lead her to the bed, but she hung back.
“I mean a real spanking, like the kind you gave me for messing up when I first started working for you.”
He raised a brow.
She blushed. “I know it sounds crazy, but looking back on it I realize that I felt better after you spanked me. Kind of like I was forgiven.”
He made small circles on the palm of her hand with his thumb. “I already forgave you for not telling me who you really were, sweetheart.”
“I know, but ...” She took a deep breath. “But a spanking would make me feel better. Please.”
Trevor regarded her in silence for a long moment. “Okay. If it’s what you really want, I’ll spank you.”
She nodded. “It is.”
“Then go into the bathroom and get the hairbrush.”
She blinked up at him. “The hairbrush? Why?”
“Because this time, you didn’t just spill coffee on a producer or interrupt filming a movie. You lied to me. If I’m going to spank you for it, I want you to remember it so you won’t do it again.”
Addison’s tummy quivered. If she begged him not to use the hairbrush, she was sure he’d relent. But instead of trying to change his mind, she turned and mutely went into the bathroom. Because part of her knew she deserved a harder spanking than he’d ever given her before. And because the other part was a little excited about him using a hairbrush on her poor defenseless bottom.
The brush was on the vanity. It was wood and rectangular in shape, and she couldn’t resist smacking it against her palm. She stifled her surprise. Ouch! If it stung that much on her hand, she could only imagine how much more it was going to smart on her ass. Eager to see if she was right, she half turned away from the mirror and was about to give her derriere a smack when Trevor’s voice came from the bedroom.
“Are you coming out, or do I need to go in there?”
Addison blushed as much as if he’d walked in and caught her trying to spank herself.
“I’m coming,” she called.
Trevor was waiting for her on the couch in the attached sitting room, looking way more relaxed than he had a right to. Her pulse was beating a mile a minute.
Taking a deep breath, Addison walked over to stand in front of him. He didn’t say anything, just held out his hand for the brush. She gave it to him, then waited nervously.
“Take off your robe,” he commanded softly.
Hands trembling, she slowly untied the belt, then let the robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Even though she’d been naked in front of him several times already, there was something embarrassing about doing it right before getting spanked, and she flushed.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded wordlessly, not trusting herself to speak.
“Climb over my lap.”
Addison’s color deepened. He was taking this spanking to a whole ‘nother level. Well, she’d asked for it.
Avoiding his gaze, she obediently draped herself over Trevor’s knee. He placed his hand on her back, holding her in place. She held her breath, tensing as she waited for the hairbrush to connect with her ass. But he surprised her by starting with his hand instead. It wasn’t a tender love pat by any means, but it wasn’t all that hard, either. She still jumped, though. Which earned her a chuckle and another smack from Trevor.
He spanked one cheek, then the other, going back and forth until her bottom was warm and tingly all over. It felt so good that Addison almost forgot about the hairbrush. Until it smacked against her ass.
“Owwww!” she squealed.
The hairbrush came down on the opposite cheek, this time
a little harder. She yelped. It stung way more than his hand.
She lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him. “When I said I wanted you to spank me, I didn’t mean this hard.”
His mouth quirked. “I’m sure you didn’t. But while you were in the bathroom getting the brush I got to thinking about what you did and decided you not only deserve a spanking, but that you need one. So, I’m going to redden your cute, little ass, then I’m going to take you to bed and keep you there until tomorrow.”
As delightful as that sounded, she wanted to point out that wasn’t very practical. After all, they did have to eat. But Trevor brought the brush down on her ass again. And again. And again.
Addison squirmed and kicked, but Trevor didn’t stop. If anything, he spanked her harder. Or maybe it just seemed like that because her ass was on such fire.
Then again, so was her pussy. She was so wet and so hot, she thought she might actually orgasm. But Trevor finished spanking her before she could find out. Giving her two more well-aimed smacks, one to each sit-spot, he pulled her to her feet, swung her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, where she orgasmed not once, or even twice, but too many times to even count.
* * *
Addison should be as exhausted as Trevor from their lovemaking, but instead she was wide awake. Giddy, even. That wasn’t any real surprise. Trevor had just asked him to marry him not five minutes ago.
She glanced over at him as she sat down on the window seat and tucked her legs under her. He was sleeping, a hint of a smile on his handsome face. She smiled, too.
Outside the window, movement caught her attention. She turned to see what it was and was stunned to Madison standing on the front porch of the gatehouse. Her sister was still here? And looking a lot less put together than she had a few hours ago. Her jacket was off, and her hair was hanging loose down her back in a wild tangle.
Even from this distance, Addison could see her twin was angry at whomever she was talking to inside the small cottage. Bob, probably. Poor guy. The things he did for Trevor.
Addison was about to get up and wake Trevor to suggest they go down to the gatehouse and rescue his bodyguard when her sister suddenly reached back with both hands and massaged her bottom. Addison’s eyes went wide. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Madison had just gotten spanked. Which was ridiculous, of course. If Madison had gotten spanked, she’d run straight to the cops to report whoever had reddened her derriere.
But instead, Madison stood there rubbing what was obviously a very tender backside. Oh yeah, she’d definitely gotten spanked.
Just then, Bob came out onto the porch. He was naked except for a pair of boxer briefs that fit him like a second skin. Addison watched, transfixed as he caught her sister by the hand and pulled her into his arms. She expected Madison to shove him away, maybe even slap his face. But instead, she put her arms around Bob’s neck and kissed him back. Seriously.
Addison gasped. Bob and Madison had... Oh God! She couldn’t believe it. No way! They couldn’t have...
“What are you looking at?” Trevor asked sleepily.
Addison dragged her gaze away from the couple to feast her gaze on her fiancé’s bare chest. Whatever was going on between Madison and Bob could wait until later. “Nothing.”
“Then come back to bed.” He grinned. “We have the whole day to ourselves and I plan on filling every hour of it making love to you.”
Laughing, she ran across the room and jumped into bed. “If you insist. I am your personal assistant, after all. If you want spend the day having sex, I’m your girl.”
He chuckled and pulled her in for a kiss. “Yes, you are.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Hot Off The Red Carpet
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
