Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (26 page)

I embraced him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, soaking up his protectiveness. “Steph’s pregnant.” I sighed, resting my head against his chest. He didn’t know her well enough to determine whether it was good news or bad, so he said nothing.

“Can’t she come stay with us? I hate that you’re not going to be in our bed tonight.”

“Me too.” I nuzzled into him. “But she needs me.”

Parks nodded curtly, then walked into the living room carrying a holdall full of my things and set it down onto the sofa as Steph entered the room.

“Oh. Hi.” She smiled weakly at Parks, her expression showing she wasn’t expecting him so soon.

“Steph.” He nodded. “How are you?” Parks was acting stiff. He wasn’t used to being affectionate, the same way I wasn’t.

“Not good.” She slumped down onto the sofa in her pink PJs and pulled her knees up to her chest.

Parks curved his arm around my waist and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you sure you need Evelyn here tonight, Steph?”

My gasp was shorty followed by a quick smack on his shoulder. “Don’t be so rude.”

Steph chuckled. “Aw, will you miss her?” she teased lightly.

He glanced toward me, eyes benevolent and tender. “I miss her whenever she’s not with me.”

“Could I borrow her for tonight?” Steph continued with her tease, which Parks found entertaining, but I put a stop to it.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

I walked to the door with him and was about to kiss him good-bye when he stiffened, his eyes glancing down to the jeans I still had on.

“You came over here in those jeans?”

Oh shit. I thought I’d got away with it. “Yes,” I answered confidently, but my heart was drumming because his eyes were fierce.

He cupped my arse with his big hands, squeezed it hard, and pushed my pelvis into his body. “I will pick you up for work tomorrow morning.”

Oh? Was he going to let me get away with it? “You leave too early,” I moaned, still slightly confused.

His brow rose a touch. “My cock will be aching all night because of my absent girlfriend. I think I should pick you up in the morning. No arguing.” He wanted to pick me up early to fuck me before work? I could live with that. “If you need anything, call me and I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you.”

He was hesitating to leave. “I have ordered you a takeaway because I know you haven’t eaten.”

“Thanks,” I said for the second time, but he still wouldn’t budge. “Wade.” Saying his name gently got his full attention. “You can leave now.”

“I won’t sleep tonight.” He was trying to make feel guilty, and it was almost comical. In no way did I want him to leave, either, but we couldn’t be glued at the hip.

“I won’t, either.” I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Are you going to let the jeans thing go?”

His smirk was salacious before he walked off. “Like fuck,” he growled.

Oh God.

“You have it so bad for each other,” Steph piped up, diving into a box of chocolate Maltesers. I jumped down next to her and grabbed a handful of the chocolate balls.

“I know.” I wasn’t even going to deny it.

“Are you in love?”

Contemplating her question had me falling silent. Was I in love? Parks was on my mind day and night, endlessly attacking my brain. When he left me physically, he stayed with me mentally. Moments we shared and conversations we had would play in my head over and over, like an enchanted record. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t get enough of anything he could offer me. I wanted it all and then some.

“I think I’m falling for him. Massively.”

“Are you scared?”

I sucked at my chocolate and let it slide down my throat before answering honestly. “I’m not scared. And that’s refreshing. Normally, fear is what holds me back. Now that I am trying to conquer that, I can finally start to live. My numbness is thawing, Steph, and I’m allowing myself to feel.”

The brief delay in Steph’s reaction made my head turn. She was crying. “Here we go again,” I teased, pulling a tissue from the Kleenex box on the coffee table.

“I’m just happy for you, fuck face.”

I nudged her in the shoulder, laughing at her sappiness. “Never mind me, what are we going to do about this baby? Are you keeping it?”

Wounded eyes gave me the answer and also told me she was offended. “Evey, I don’t believe in abortion. It’s not the child’s fault.”

“But…”

“No buts,” she affirmed.
Jesus, she sounds like Parks.
“I’m keeping it. I just need to figure out dates.” She flopped her head back against a cushion. “I’ve fucked up.” Her sigh was painful. “And normally that line belongs to you.”

“Steph, all we have to do is find out how far gone you are and go from there.”

“But I cheated on Mathew with Julian, Evey.”

I scolded her with a heavy, honest heart. “Yeah, you’re a fucking idiot. I mean, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” She sniffled, taking no offense to my harsh words at all.

“So you didn’t tell Julian to wear a condom?” It was like the roles had been reversed. I turned into the mother of the two of us, scolding Steph when originally it would have been the other way around.

“We used one, but what if it split without us knowing?”

I rubbed at my face, exhaustion setting in. “Steph, I know you can act a bimbo, but if Julian wore a rubber, then how on earth is he the dad?”

“Like I just said,” she snapped, “what if it split?”

“Unless you’re one hundred percent sure it didn’t split, then you’re going to have to wait until you’ve had this baby and do a DNA.”

She gasped. “No. It would kill Mathew.”

“You should have thought about that before you let Pencil Dick near you.”

She pushed up from the sofa and snapped again. “Whose side are you on?”

“Yours, you dopey cow. But if you can cheat on a man you love, then you should reap the consequences.”

Then something came to her. “Wait, the first time I slept with Julian, he didn’t come. The second time he wore a condom. Then the last time we did it was when you caught us.”

“But you never finished because of my intrusion?” I shuddered at the thought.

“So if I’m further gone than two weeks, it’s Mathew’s?” She looked over at me desperately. “Tell me my theory is right.”

Racking my brains, I tried to summarise. “If you’re over two weeks, then yes, the baby will be Mathew’s.” I hoped.

She sagged monumentally. “God, I’ve got such a bad head.”

“Steph, whatever happens, know that I’m here for you, okay? Every step of the way. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re going to be a great mum.” For as long as I’d known Steph, I knew she craved to be a mother. She doted on kids and was always dribbling over baby clothes. So I knew when the panic died down, she was going to be ecstatic.

She rested her head on my shoulder. “And at least I have you to babysit.”

My ears pricked up. “Me and babies? Would never work.”

Steph had fallen asleep during the film. I wanted to wake her up and send her to bed, but I didn’t want to disturb her. Chucking a throw over her body, I made sure she was warm, then headed into my old room. I had a text on my phone and laid in bed to read it.

Wade: So horny, I may just have to jack off looking at a photo of you.

I giggled and smiled at my screen as swelling lust filled my heart. I was happy he was thinking about me.

Evey: What photo may that be?

I stared at my screen, waiting for his reply.

Wade: I have one of you laying naked in my bed. One you do not know of.

I chuckled again and bit my lip.

Evey: You took a photo of me without my consent? That’s very creepy.

Giggling at my own reply, I hit the Send button.

Wade: Had to prepare for nights like this!

Evey: Nights like what?

Wade: Nights where my girlfriend leaves me with a boner. Needing relief.

I was starting to feel aroused myself and suddenly wished I was lying next to him. Feeling that body of his. Stroking that cock of his.

Evey: What if I told you I was as horny as you were?

Imagining his low groan, I waited impatiently.

Wade: What are you trying to do to me? My cock is throbbing and needing your sweetness. All I have is my hand. Do you feel guilty?

I laughed out loud, but my sex was thumping, yearning after its partner in crime.

Evey: Not guilty because I like the image of your hand working your cock. However, my sweetness feels betrayed. She has lost out to the palm of your hand.

Giggling childishly, I pressed Send, then glanced at the small clock on my smartphone. It was almost two in the morning, and I knew if I didn’t put an end to it, we would be sexting all night. And getting sexually frustrated.

Wade: Tell that sweetness of yours that she has betrayed me. Abandoning her partner in crime, leaving me to release his frustration.

Were we really talking about our sex organs in the third person? We were crazy, and I loved that we could be stupid and crazy together, that we totally got each other on another level.

Evey: I think you should let your woman sleep. I am sexually frustrated and have no man to tend to me. Finish off your hand job and report back to me in the morning.

I waited five minutes for his reply.

Wade: Job done. Fuck. Good night my Princess. Don’t stop missing me. W x.

I smiled at the screen, reading the sentence over and over. That was impossible.

Evey: Never. Don’t stop thinking about me. E x.

His reply was instant.

Wade: Never. W x.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Steph was still asleep when I got up for work that morning. I got showered, pulled my hair up into a hair tie, did my makeup, and got dressed.

Parks had slipped in Agent Provocateur lingerie that consisted of a tiny black thong that left hardly anything to the imagination and a black bra that was a stunning mixture of French lace and mesh. He also added suspenders to the bag and a garter belt. The suspenders were beautifully crafted with lace trims and bows.

The beautiful red dress he gave me to slip on was knee length, had long sleeves, and hugged my curves. I also had black heels, a chunky necklace, and a matching Birkin bag. Bloody hell. He did have good taste.

Parks texted me to tell me he was outside, so I gathered myself, unlocked the front door, and got knocked in the face by a limo waiting curbside.

Parks climbed out of the limo elegantly, wearing that cocky smirk, his body draped in a gorgeously tailored suit. He bent down to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “I intend to have some private time with you before work.”

Entering the limo, I felt a little light-headed. I knew what was coming, and I craved every morsel of it. “Do you intend on spanking me?” My voice poured out of my throat breathy and seducing, and my gaze fell straight onto a black paddle that lay in his lap.

“Yes. Do you have any objections?” He traced the item sensually with his fingers.

“I just want to ask, what for?” I knew what it was for. It was because I wore those jeans and because I didn’t spend the night with him. Sulking like a child was what I’d imagined him doing all night.

“You know why.” His grin was wry.

“How was your hand job?”

His nose wrinkled in amusement. “Not as good as being inside you. Now, no more talk. Get on your knees. I want to spank you while you suck my cock.”

Oh Jesus. My new thong had suddenly been saturated with arousal. Wade Parks’s domineering behaviour had me sweltering. Had me flushing. Had me convulsing with the need to devour his everything. Still, that wasn’t enough. I could never get enough.

I got to my knees in front of him and let him pull the hem of my dress up and over my arse with his fingers. The gasp that left his mouth did crazy shit to me. His gaze roamed over the delights of my lingerie. A black thong, suspenders, and stockings.

“You are the epitome of beauty, the definition of perfection, Princess. I’m a lucky motherfucker.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” I grinned, my palms resting on his knees as the limo started up.

“Oh, I do.” Parks took the paddle into his hands and positioned me in front of him. I watched as he unzipped himself and slipped his dick out of his suit trousers. My groan was utterly complacent. The sight of his manhood alone was astonishing. Everything he carried was perfect. And he owned it. Undeniably.

My knees chafed against the carpet as I shifted forwards, nearing his erection like I was on the prowl. I curled my palm around the wide head of his cock and began moving my hand up and down, slowly. I watched his eyes close halfway, his head tilt back, and his lips part. I wet my lips, moving my tongue in a slow tease, swirling it around the base of his penis, working my way up until I reached the sensitive, soft tip. Keeping the circular motions, I whirled my tongue around the wide crest. I never closed my eyes. I was too busy watching his reaction.

“Hmm.” He was enjoying my teasing, enjoying the feel of my tongue licking and tasting.

I parted my lips and took him in my mouth. My noises of indulgence came out as I sucked him, sliding him in and out of my mouth. He loved hearing me enjoying him. Hearing how much I loved to suck him. Keeping him in my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft while softly squeezing his balls with my palm. Then I began to
really
suck, taking him to the base right up to the tip. Deep-throating and doing a damn good job of it too.

“Fucking hell.” He gasped and gave me my first spank with the paddle. I moaned lightly, my arse jerking forwards a little as the leather clapped across my skin. It felt different from his hand, and burnt for a mere second, but as soon as the burn left, the feeling immediately amplified my sexual appetite, making me yearn for another spank.

The more intense my sucking got, the more pleasure he felt, and that’s when the spanks got a little sexier, a little harsher. Knowing this, I aimed for more.

I was moaning around his cock as he spanked each cheek in turn. Parks knew exactly how much of the sting I could take, how much of the pain I loved, and would never step over that threshold.

Spurred on by my enthusiasm, the spanks became more frequent. “Come on, Princess. Take me deep.” His hips strained forwards. His breathing more ragged. His body more intense. I took him deep. My mouth salivating. My jaw deliciously aching. But I knew he was telling me to suck him even harder so he could spank me even harder.

Fuck. The way our sexual fantasies seemed to ride the same wave told me he was a match made in paradise. I started working him with my fist, sucking rapidly, determined to please him immensely. The scent of him, his hardness in my mouth, and the need for his desire had me moaning around him.

“Yes!” he hissed. “Just like that, baby.” His ragged groans rippled through his chest, telling me he was about to come. His body tensed and shuddered with vast amounts of need. I worked him faster, harder, determined for my reward.

“Oh…fuck.” A hot rush of arousal quickly filled my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as his cock thickened, swelling in my mouth and pouring.

In the midst of his mindless release, he continuously slapped my arse cheeks with the paddle, and it had me moaning. I swallowed his climax like it was gold dust, needing every single drop. I worked him with my fist, drawing out the last drops until he let the paddle go and sagged against the seat.

“Hmm.” I smiled, sitting back on my heels and licking my lips as he lay breathless and lazy-eyed.

“You will be the death of me, Princess.” He was smiling, and it lit up his stunning face.

“Oh I hope not, I quite enjoy my spanks.” His brows rose. “Amongst other things,” I quickly added to his advantage and pulled my dress back over my arse, then joined him on the leather seats.

“What things?” He was circling my nape with his fingers, the sensation shutting down half my brain.

“I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you invade me. I love the way you take care of me. I love how confident you are, how powerful and masterful. I love your Hulk ways.” I chuckled from nerves, really. I’d never told anyone what I loved about them. Especially not a damn man.

“You
love
those things about me?”

I wasn’t sure how to take his tone. Was it surprised, contented, confused? “Yes. I
love
those things about you.”

His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to the side to gaze over my face. “Well, Princess, I love the way you fight me, because nobody has ever done that. I love the way you laugh. I love your smile. Your hair, your eyes, your body. I love that I’m breaking down your walls and showing you how perfect you are to me. I love that every time I’m inside you, all the struggles in my life disappear. My focus is entirely on you. If my focus ever derails, I’ll fall off the path of happy.”

I swallowed down a lump that had started to rise in my throat as he reeled of heart-warming admissions. “You’re on the path of happy?”

He pressed his lips to my temple. “I’m on the path of fucking ecstasy. As long as you keep walking down it with me.”

“There is no other place I’d rather be.” Glancing into his lap, I saw he hadn’t put himself away. “You wanna put my partner in crime away before we get out?”

He shook his head on a low laugh. “Partner in crime,” he mocked, then carefully tucked himself away. “How’s your ass?”

“Fine. I like this.” I picked up the paddle and traced along the black leather. “But I prefer your hand.”

“Yeah?” He liked that news.

I agreed, looking past him and through the blacked-out windows and seeing our office building coming into view.

“Ready to jump back into reality?” he asked on a sigh.

“I’m never ready for reality.”