Hot Off the Red Carpet by Paige Tyler

think that as long as Addison was his personal assistant, this just might be a permanent condition.
    He hadn’t really gone into Addison’s room with the intention of spanking her. He still couldn’t believe she’d brought it up. But once she had, he hadn’t been able to resist putting her over his knee. When she hadn’t protested, at first he’d thought it was simply because she had resigned herself to a spanking. But then she had started squirming around on his lap. Not in discomfort, but in pleasure. Then she’d let out those breathy, little moans and it had almost been his undoing. God, they had to be the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
    It had taken every ounce of self-discipline not to pull up her short robe and see if she was wearing any panties underneath. But he’d restrained himself. Just barely. And in reward for his willpower, she had wiggled on his lap again, which made her robe ride up even higher, and he’d been treated to a glimpse of her perfect ass cheeks. He still hadn’t been able to tell if she’d been wearing any panties, though.
    He’d still caught his breath at the sight. In fact, he was so entranced that he almost forgot he was supposed to be spanking her. When he finally got his wits about him again, he had found himself caressing her ass in between smacks. Then he’d followed that up by fantasizing about sliding his hand between her beautiful legs and touching her pussy. Just thinking about her sighs of pleasure had almost been enough to make him come.
    He had gotten control of himself at the last moment, though. Pulling her off his lap had been the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, but somehow, he had managed it. He had even remembered to scold her for her behavior and warn her not to do it again.
    He still didn’t know how he’d resisted the urge to sweep her up in his arm and take her to bed. The only thing that had stopped him was knowing how completely wrong sleeping with her would be. Addison worked for him and he didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt she had to have sex with him to keep her job. He had met too many scumbags in Hollywood who did just that and he’d promised himself he would never be like them. So, he had fought the urge to take her to bed and instead come back to his room to take a cold shower.
    He put both hands against the imported tile wall and dropped his head, letting the water course down his back. Who the hell was this woman who had him so out of control?
    As he stood there trying to answer the question, it suddenly came to him that despite her vehement denial, Addison had almost certainly spilled her drink on Cindi Adams on purpose. He just didn’t know why. There were only two reasons he could think of. One was that Cindi had said something to Addison earlier to make her mad enough to throw her drink at the actress. He didn’t see how that could be, though, because Cindi had been hanging all over him from the moment she’d gotten to the party and therefore couldn’t have spoken to his personal assistant. Which left the other reason. Addison had spilled her drink on the actress just so he would put her over his knee and spank her.
    But that was crazy, wasn’t it? Then again, considering the moans of pleasure she’d been making while he’d been spanking her, maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all.
    Holy crap!
    Why the hell hadn’t he seen it before? Because he’d been too busy getting turned on by all the wiggling and sexy sounds she was making for a thought as logical as that to register.
    As he stood there underneath the cold spray of the shower, another even more startling realization came to him. Maybe the reason Addison liked his spankings so much was because she liked him.
    If he was right about that, what would have happened if he had given in to temptation and kissed her? Would they be in her bed right now? An image popped into his head of a naked Addison lying beneath him, her legs twined tightly around his