Covered by Holt Mina

Author:Holt, Mina [Holt, Mina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Life had become a bit of a routine, a whirlwind of photographers and expensive dinners interspersed with the mundane. The mundane being the times I was alone, at Auntie G’s or my job. Other than that it was time spent with Gavin in this bright and shiny bubble of excitement.

I knew it couldn’t last.

It was achingly exquisite while it did though. I’d never been one to wax poetic about aspects of my life, but Gavin brought it out in me.

At the moment, we were heading to my work for his book signing, after that we were off to some fancy dinner with his college friend and his fiancé. I’d met them before and nearly peed myself, feeling a little like one of the Clampett clan every time one of them spoke in their crisp accents.

Sometimes when I was around the Brits, I swear my voice took on a southern twang almost by will of its own.

God, everybody was so elegant in his world, I still didn’t quite understand where I fit in.

When we were alone together it was perfect, when we were dipping our toes in the dull end of things in my world, it was good.

In his world? Not so much.

“I wonder if anybody will show up,” he said as the driver pulled around the corner, “hopefully it won’t just be Jenny trying to talk me into signing her chest again.” He grinned and pantomimed a gagging face.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t think Marta got much advertising done. I was supposed to share on social media, but I’ve been otherwise engaged.” I gave him my Austin Powers sexy stare and he laughed.

I loved it when I made him laugh. I think that’s where I fit in. I mean the sex of course, but let’s face it, he could basically fuck almost any woman he wanted. But he was at ease around me, he laughed more and his face was relaxed. I noticed when we were out or in the public eye, his face was more tense and he seemed tightly wound, like a tiger about to spring forth.

I teased him about his Blue Steel model face all the time, and he punished me by spanking me until I could hardly breath from the excitement of it.

Me, Ms. Britton, loved to be spanked.

Who woulda thunk it?

“Shit,” Gavin exclaimed as we pulled up to the store, “I’m glad I brought those guys.” He nodded behind us to the SUV his bodyguards occupied.

“What’s going on?” I asked and struggled against my tight, calf length skirt to sit up. I finally made it and gasped. “Holy fuck balls,” I whispered, “I don’t think Marta had any idea…”

“Did you just swear, Ms. Britton?” Gavin said, his voice oozing that seductive quality that got me so crazy wet, “I might have to punish your naughty mouth when we get home.”

I whipped my head around and stared at him. “Home?” I asked, “did you just say home?”

He looked slightly flustered, but said, “Yes, I meant home.

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