Hot Off the Red Carpet (12 page)

“Maribel’s right,” Bob said. “You and Trevor need to develop a relationship based on honesty if you want it to work.”

She blinked. Had they both lost their minds? And when had Bob the bodyguard become Bob the love doctor? “Relationship...?”

“Yes, a relationship. And not of the working variety, either.” Maribel gave Addison a smile as she took a mixing bowl out of the cabinet. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you look at Trevor. And if you weren’t so silly, you would have noticed that he looks at you the same way.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “He does?”

Maribel opened her mouth to answer, but closed it again as Trevor abruptly came walking into the kitchen. Addison blushed and quickly looked down at her coffee mug. How much of their conversation had he heard?

“Why’d everyone get so quiet?” Trevor asked. “You talking about me again?”

“How’d you guess?” Bob quipped. “I was just telling Addison about our college football days. Turns out, she’s a huge fan of the game.”

Trevor looked at her in surprise. “Seriously?”

Addison nodded and murmured something in agreement, though she could quite say what it was. All she could focus on was what Maribel and Bob had said. Could Trevor really be just as smitten with her as she was with him? The idea that a hot, hunky movie star like him might be attracted to a plain, little nobody like her was ludicrous. He had his pick of every actress, supermodel and heiress within a thousand miles. Maribel and Bob had to be wrong.

But even though she told herself they were imagining things, Addison couldn’t stop from daydreaming just a little about what it would be like if it were true and Trevor really was interested in her. The thought alone was enough to make her heart beat faster.

In fact, she was so immersed in her fantasy world that she almost forgot Trevor had to be at the studio that afternoon to shoot one final pick-up scene for his big, new action movie. The premiere was set for that weekend, so the director was already cutting it close by refilming the scene and she didn’t want to stress everyone out even more by getting Trevor to the studio late.

For his part, Trevor didn’t seem stressed out at all, though, not even when traffic made them a few minutes late. Relieved he wasn’t mad, Addison went to find a place to stand along the fake LA street so she could watch the filming along with the rest of the crew.

While she waited for Trevor to come out of his trailer, Addison listened with half an ear as the group of men beside her talked about what a nice change of pace it was to be extras in an action movie instead of some boring old commercial. She couldn’t help but smile as she glanced at them. Dressed in business suits and carrying briefcases, they looked like they’d just come from a meeting. One of the men, a tall dark-haired man with gray at his temples, looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen him. Since he went on and on about how many television commercials he’d been in, she decided it was probably in one of those.

By the time Trevor came out to film his scene ten minutes later, she gave up trying to figure out where she’d seen the other man and concentrated on her boss instead. She always had fun watching Trevor work and today was no exception. In the scene, Trevor’s character was meeting with his contact on a busy downtown street. They had originally filmed it on location in LA, but according to Trevor, the director wasn’t happy with how the LA background noises had completely stomped on all of the dialogue, so they were redoing it. Even though she and Trevor had gotten to the studio a few minutes late, everything else went off without a hitch. The director didn’t even have to tell her to be quiet during filming like he’d done the other day, although he did give her a warning look a few times.

After they wrapped up, Addison chatted with the crew while she waited for Trevor to change clothes. Everyone right down to the assistant to the assistant of the production assistant was excited about the premiere. Addison had to admit she was pretty excited herself. Of course, she wouldn’t get to walk the red carpet or anything, but she’d be able to wait in the background, watching the monitors with the other assistants and production crew. That was good enough for her.

Trevor was unusually quiet on the drive back to his mansion. Addison wondered about it, but then decided he was probably just tired from filming. She was starting to get a little tired, too, which wasn’t surprising considering she’d gotten to bed so late the night before. Thinking about the spanking her gorgeous employer had given her after the party guests had left made her pussy spasm and she squirmed on the seat. Any more thoughts like that and she was going to have to run to her bedroom for some quality time with her vibrator the moment they got back to the house.

However, when they got home, Trevor asked if he could speak to her in private. Addison couldn’t very well refuse, no matter how much her pussy was demanding attention, and would have led him to her office, but he had already started up the stairs. She followed as he led the way to his bedroom, wondering if he needed help picking out another shirt or something. Even though that was almost certainly what he wanted, she felt a little flutter in her tummy as he closed the door behind them.

She dragged her gaze away from the huge king-size bed to look at him.

“We were late getting to the studio today,” he said as he walked over stand in front of her.

He said the words casually, but for some reason, the tone in his voice did funny things to her pulse.

She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry about that. We would have been on time if there hadn’t been so much traffic.”

“LA’s famous for its traffic. If we’d left earlier, we would have been on time. But because we didn’t leave earlier, the crew was forced to wait for us.”

Addison wondered if she should point out that they were only five minutes late and that neither the director nor anyone else on the crew had been annoyed. But Trevor spoke again before she could decide.

“I can’t let this slide, you know that, right?”

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 again. 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, she supposed. Being here in Trevor’s bedroom was like something out of a movie. Or her wildest fantasies.

“I think you’re right,” Trevor said.

He took her hand and led her over to the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. Sitting down, he guided her over his knee so that she was stretched out across his lap. Her pulse quickened as he placed a firm hand on the small of her back. The simple action was enough to send a quiver of excitement through her, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.

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.

Abruptly, Trevor lifted his hand and brought it down on her right cheek with a loud smack. Despite having experienced a spanking before, Addison still gasped.

“Was that too hard?” Trevor asked.

She lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him, surprised by the question. The other times he’d spanked her, he hadn’t asked if the smacks were too hard. But then again, this wasn’t like the other times.

“No,” she said. “You just caught me off guard. You can keep spanking me.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. Blushing, she quickly turned back around. No sooner had she done so than she felt him deliver a sharp smack to the other cheek. He moved back and forth from one cheek to the other like that until her ass felt warm and tingly all over.

That wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was tingling, either. Her pussy was positively purring.

She got even more aroused when she felt Trevor slowly push up her skirt. She caught her breath as his fingers brushed the edges of her skimpy bikini panties. She wondered if he would pull them down, but instead he caressed her ass cheeks through the silky material. She’d thought the massage he had given her over her skirt had been fun, but feeling his hand on her almost bare bottom was exquisite. She could only imagine how much more amazing his touch would feel when he pulled down her panties. If he pulled them down, of course. She shivered with anticipation at the thought.

Lifting his hand, Trevor brought it down hard on her right cheek. Without her skirt for protection, the spank stung a lot more than the ones before, and she couldn’t stifle the little yelp that escaped her lips. Trevor’s hand came down again, this time a little harder and she squirmed on his lap.

“Owwww!” she squealed.

This time, Trevor didn’t stop to ask if he was spanking her too hard, but simply continued to deliver firm smacks to each cheek with a slow, steady rhythm that made her ass feel as hot as if she’d sat on a stove. God, the man knew how to spank a girl. Not to mention get her aroused. If he ever did touch her, she’d probably combust! The thought made her moan.

Then all at once Trevor stopped spanking her. For a minute, Addison thought he might be done, and she opened her mouth to tell him not to stop, but then she felt him hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down until they were banded around her thighs. As he did, she realized they were wet with her arousal.

She waited breathlessly for Trevor to caress her ass cheeks like he’d done after he pushed up her skirt, but instead he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bare bottom with a resounding smack. Addison hadn’t realized how much protection her tiny panties had given her until now, and as he spanked her over and over, she squealed and squirmed.

Despite her protests, however, Addison didn’t want Trevor to stop. The more he spanked her the more turned on she got and before long, she was wiggling as much in an effort to grind her clit against his jean-clad thigh as sh
e was from the stinging smacks.

It felt so amazing Addison thought she might actually be able to make herself come like that. But just then, Trevor stopped spanking her to give her ass a firm squeeze. The feel of his hand on her freshly-spanked bottom made her gasp out loud.

“
Your
ass is so red,” he said softly. “And your skin is so hot.”

As he spoke, his fingers lightly brushed the underside of her derriere and she moaned. It occurred to her then just how close his fingers were to her pussy and before she even realized what she was doing, she spread her legs as much as the panties around her thighs would allow.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please.”

The words were out before she could stop them, but it was too late to take them back. She wouldn’t have even if she could. Right then, she didn’t care that he was her boss or how inappropriate her request was. She had dreamed about making love with Trevor from the first time she’d seen him on television and she wasn’t about to pass up the chance to fulfill it. Besides, if he didn’t touch her, she thought she might just go insane.

Fortunately, she never had to find that out because Trevor slid his hand between her legs and ran his finger teasingly along the slick folds of her pussy.

“Is this how you want me to touch you?” he asked.

She let out another moan as his finger glided along her lips. “Yes.”

“You’re very wet, do you know that?”

She murmured something unintelligible, unable to manage more than that.

He dipped his finger in her pussy before running the tip up and down her slit again. “I think you must have liked that spanking. Am I right?”

“Mmmm,” she breathed.

“I didn’t hear that. Did you say you liked it?”

“Oh God, yes. I loved it!”

He must have approved of her answer this time because he found her clit in the downy curls and made little circles on it with his fingers. Addison made a soft sound of appreciation that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

“Would you like me to make you come like this?” Trevor asked.

Addison ground against his hand. “Yes!”

She wasn’t sure whether she was rotating her hips in time with his fingers or whether it was the other way around, but he brought her to orgasm faster than she ever would have thought possible and she cried out as ripples of pleasure coursed through her. Afterward, all she could do was lay there draped over his knee and try to catch her breath while Trevor coaxed the last little bit of tremors from her body. When he had, he took her hand and gently helped her to her feet.