Thursday Thirteen – Excerpts from HOT OFF THE RED CARPET! – Paige Tyler – New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Thursday Thirteen – Excerpts from HOT OFF THE RED CARPET!

Thirteen Sexy Excerpts from HOT OFF THE RED CARPET!

Addison had expected a maid to open the door. Maybe a
butler. Or even a bodyguard. Heck, even his manager. Anyone but Trevor Braden

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 looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Y-you’re
going to fire me, aren’t you.”


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!


One second, he had been talking to Addison, and the next
thing he knew, she’d been over his lap.

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.


Access Hollywood would probably run a special segment
on him, maybe Entertainment
, 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 blinked back tears as she opened another drawer. She was
a complete and utter failure as a personal assistant. Worse, she’d made a
complete fool of herself in front of her favorite actor. But she’d been so
worried for Trevor when those stunt men had been beating him up. It had looked
so real, she hadn’t been able to control her reaction. And Trevor had spanked
her for it. She reached back with one hand to rub her tender bottom. There
probably wasn’t another personal assistant in all of Hollywood who got spanked
by their boss.


Addison had never been to a photo shoot before, but since
she had every magazine Trevor had ever been featured in, the opportunity to
actually go behind the scenes was even more exciting. She just hoped they
didn’t have him posing with some bikini-clad model. That would just spoil the
whole thing.

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.

The ocean breeze had pulled a few strands of hair free from
the bun at the nape of her neck to blow them across her face and she reached up
to nervously tuck them behind her ear as she gave him a smile. “The make-up
girls were fighting over which one of them would get to rub you down, so in the
interest of keeping the peace, I thought it might be better to do it myself. If
that’s okay with you, I mean?”
Trevor regarded her in silence for a moment as if wondering
whether to believe her story or not, but then the corner of his mouth edged up.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you. It’s not really in your job
description, though, so I understand if you don’t want to do it.”
Want to? It was fantasy come true.
Addison tried to be as professional about rubbing Trevor
down with the oil as she could, especially since they had an audience, but it
was impossible not to get all hot and bothered. As she ran her hands over his
broad shoulders and muscular chest, then down his six-pack abs, it was all she
could do not to tear off her own clothes and rub the oil on with her naked
body. Her pussy purred at the thought.
Stifling a moan, she kneeled down so she could do his legs
and found herself eye level with his crotch. For the second time that day, she
completely forgot about the bottle of oil in her hand. All she could do was
stare at his package and think how she was in the perfect position to give him
a blow-job. A little tug on those navy blue swim trunks and…
Her pussy began to throb and she ran one hand down to finger
her clit, pretending it was Trevor who was touching her. She caught her lower
lip between her teeth as she imagined him bending his head to kiss her.
She pictured him sliding his oily hand over her hip to cup
her ass as he thrust a finger deep inside her. She began to move her own
fingers faster and faster on her clit, pretending they were his. 
Oh yeah, Trevor. 
You’re going to make me come.
But just as she felt herself start to climax, the Trevor in
her fantasy lifted his hand and smacked her on the ass.
Her eyes flew open and her orgasm faded as she jerked her
fingers away. Okay, where the heck had that thought come from?
Taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray,
Addison started to make her way over to Trevor when she saw a tall, dark-haired
woman sidle up to him.  Addison
immediately stopped in her tracks as she recognized Cindi Adams. Heiress to a
multi-million dollar company, she was one of those people in Hollywood who had
a reality show on cable and thought that made her an actress. She was simply
famous for being famous. And for her huge breasts, of course, as well as her
willingness to show them off to anyone and everyone. She was known for being at
any affair where there were cameras, booze and hot guys. Apparently, the hot
guy she was interested in tonight was Trevor.
Addison’s hand tightened on the glass in her hand as she
watched Cindi practically drape herself all over him. Her plastic boobs were in
serious danger of falling out of the indecently low-cut white gown she was
wearing. Maybe OSHA should slap a warning sticker on those things—they could
hurt someone.
despite how much the spanks stung, she was getting excited
as hell. She had been half afraid that when Trevor put her over his knee, she
would focus so much on the sting of the spanks she wouldn’t get as aroused as
she had in her fantasies. But if anything, the sting that went along with the
spanking seemed to get her even more turned on than her fantasies had, and she
had to bite her lip several times to keep from letting out a moan.

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

“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. 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.

“You have no idea how much I want to take you to bed right
now,” he said hoarsely.
Her lips curved into a smile. “So, what’s stopping you?”

Leave a Comment:

Kimberly Menozzi says November 15, 2012

Just out of curiosity – have you written anything where it's the lady doing the spanking?

I'd definitely enjoy that. 😉

Happy TT!

paigetyl says November 15, 2012

Kimberly – Nope! I'm all about the alpha males! Although, I do have a book A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND where the girl spanks the other girl!


Stephanie Sullivan says November 15, 2012

Great excerpts, Paige! I wish you a ton of sales! Happy Thursday!

Jennifer Leeland says November 15, 2012

"Maybe OSHA should slap a warning sticker on those things—they could hurt someone." LMAO!!!!! That's HILARIOUS!!!

paigetyl says November 15, 2012

Stephanie – Thanks!

Jennifer – LOL! I try! Thanks!


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