Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (9 page)

“
Evelyn
…no…you’re gonna make me come for you.” Jesus. His hot, silky words of promise were my undoing, and my arse pounded back into him. Choked moans left my throat as I tilted my head back to let out cries of delight. Parks’s breathing was ragged and harsh as he hammered into me, spanking my arse cheeks occasionally, growing thicker the more I cried out his name. My temperature was rising, my inner core clenching. I was about to come, and he knew it. Of course he did. He timed it perfectly with his own arousal in a way that was utterly masterful and bewildering.

“
Wade
,
I’m going to…”

“I know, baby.” He took his big hands from my hips to push me flat out on the desk, where he pinned me to the wood by my shoulders. His words pushed through clenched teeth. “Fucking hell!”

We both came together, our moans getting mangled in the air as his wetness gushed into me and warmth ran between my legs. My forehead pressed against the desk as I heaved out breaths, and my body ached in a million different ways, making it impossible to move.

Parks kissed my back, drawing gentle pictures with his lips, easing the ache I felt throughout my bones. “What’s my name?” he asked against my skin.

I smirked against the desk and breathed, “Parks.”

His lips left my back, and his hand came across my arse in an agonizing slap.

“Ow,” I yelped, my body springing from the desk. “That hurt. You’re an arsehole.” I wanted to rub at my bottom, but my hands were still tied and I was consciously sulking.

“You’re pushing your luck, Evelyn. I have already fucked my name out of you. Do I now have to punish it out of you?”

Even though I thoroughly enjoyed being spanked, he’d already put my body through enough. My bones begged me for rest, and I had no choice but to comply.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Fine.
Wade
.” My tone was heavily laced with sarcasm, but I absorbed his satisfaction like a sponge, watching carefully as his lips rose contentedly.

“Just remember, Evelyn, it’s always easier when you obey my wishes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I teased. “Will you untie me, please?”

“What’s my name?”

Refraining from rolling my eyes and really needing my hands untied, I played it his way.

“Wade.”

His smirk was full-on and beautiful. “Good girl.” Kissing my lips, he reached behind me and untied me. Then he bent down to pick up my baby-doll and placed it back over my body, stroking my curves as the satin covered them. “Come on, I need to feed you. I seem to remember leaving food in the stove hours ago because I got distracted.” He pulled up his jogging bottoms before he took my hand.

“Distracted? By what?” I teased.

He led me out of the room. “I think you know what. Come on. Food.”

My legs felt shaky as I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Shall we just call a takeaway? I don’t want you going to any trouble for me.”

He frowned at my suggestion. “A takeaway? Evelyn, never has a greasy takeaway passed my lips.”

“Never?” I was completely surprised, but I believed him. I couldn’t imagine Parks sitting down to eat kebabs or a Chinese. “What about a Dominoes? Ever had that?”

His chuckle was pure and sexy when he rounded the kitchen island and switched on the oven. “No, Princess. I eat healthy or organically.”

My nose wrinkled as I slipped my bum onto the barstool, slightly wincing as it hit the cold seat. “So that means I have to, too?” My expression made him laugh.

“Don’t look so cynical. Let me cook you some food, then you can tell me what you think.”

I peered over the island and caught him bending down a little to press the fancy buttons on the oven. “Can I help?”

“No,” he said point-blank. “I’m cooking for you. You
don’t
cook for me.”

“But I actually like cooking.”

“Tough. You’re my woman, and I’m taking care of you. You don’t take care of me.” He pointed to the lounging area whilst throwing a tea towel over his bare shoulder. “Go put a movie on. I won’t be long.” He padded towards me, dipped to kiss my forehead, and went back to the oven.

I got comfortable on the sofa and flicked through the endless amount of channels his huge plasma TV was bombarded with. Settling on
Family Guy
, I began to laugh hysterically because it was just my humour. That was until I felt a presence watching me. Turning my head, I caught Parks staring at me, eyes tender and lips forming a smile.

“What?” I chucked with uneasiness.

“Watching you happy makes me extremely happy.”

I gave a shrug of my shoulder. “
Family Guy
has to be one of the funniest cartoon comedies, though.”

A small shake of his head told me he’d never watched it. My jaw dropped. “No. Way. You haven’t lived, Parks.”

His eyes glared. “What did you just call me?” Oh shit.

“Wade.” My voice betrayed me and resembled a squeak. He narrowed his green beauties at me but let it go.

A while later he called me into the kitchen. “Dinner is served.” He smiled and pulled out the chair at the head of the table for me to get seated, then set down a plate in front of me. “Grilled salmon fillet, steamed broccoli, and—”

“No chips?” I interrupted playfully.

He chuckled sexily. “No chips.”

“What’s the dressing?” I asked, spotting the white cream beside the salmon. Parks took the seat to my right.

“Herb yogurt sauce.”

Taking my knife and fork into my hands, I giggled like a child. “Say yogurt, again.”

He glanced up from his plate and shrugged. “Yogurt. Why is that funny?”

“You say it differently.”

“Maybe it has something to do with you being British and myself American?” he goaded playfully.

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Parks waited for me to start eating before digging into his own. His chivalry rules and obedience standards were set so high, I didn’t think there was a possibility of him giving them up anytime soon.

I cut into the succulent salmon, dipped it into the yogurt sauce, and took it to my lips. He watched my every action, then watched my mouth chewing slowly.

“It’s good,” I mouthed.

“Yeah, it’s good.” He grinned, meaning my actions. The way I chewed slowly on purpose. The way I dipped my finger into the cream and licked it off the tip.

He took his watermelon juice to his lips and drank it down slowly. And oh my, was it sexy as I watched his throat dip when he swallowed. Then he was playing my game. He dipped his finger into the tub, reached over, and traced my lips with the cream, then leant over and slowly erased the yogurt from my mouth with his tongue. “Tastes even better coming from you. Now eat.”

“I would if you stopped using food all sexy,” I sassed, to his pleasure.

After I’d devoured the whole plate, I showered him with approval. “You’re like my very own Gordon Ramsay.”

“You like Gordon Ramsay?” He was frowning, and it was extremely amusing.

“There’s just something about him,” I admitted. “I’d love to go to his restaurant.”

“To see him?” He shifted in his seat.

I smirked. “What’s the odds of seeing him there?”

“Very little.”

We finished up dinner, and Parks led me into his living room, where we relaxed getting to know each other. He pressed Play on his music system, and Christina Perri began to sing. It was “Arms,” the very song I told him to listen to when he held me for the first time at my flat.

“Don’t look so shocked, of course I listened to it,” he answered my look of surprise and settled down next to me.

“That’s…” I was speechless. It was heart-warming, and I couldn’t even finish off my sentence.

“You’re not that good with words, are you?” He smiled.

I crossed my legs on the sofa and faced him. “Neither are you. I know nothing about you.” It was ironic, really. Words were what I needed, yet they were the things both of us couldn’t really produce.

“Well,” he continued, stroking my calf with his index finger, “you know my name is Wade, you know I’m an Aries, and you know I’m unbelievable in bed. You don’t need to know any more than that.”

My head bowed down as I laughed, making my hair fall around me. “You’re an arrogant arse, I know that.” I prodded him in his shoulder. “Tell me about you. What’s your favourite film?”

He watched his fingers as he traced my leg with them. “I don’t have a favourite. I don’t have time to watch TV. What’s your favourite film?”

I didn’t have to think about that. “
Titanic
.” I also loved musicals because I can remember watching them with my nan. “And
Grease
,
West Side Story
.”

“
Titanic
is your favourite? It’s a bit morbid.” He was laughing, so I swatted him with my hand.

“Because it’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time. And when I was younger, I wished I had a necklace like the one Rose had. The Heart of the Ocean.” My smile seemed ridiculous, so I hid it by looking into my lap. “Anyway.” I sighed. “What did you watch as a kid?”

Parks pulled me into him so I laid across the sofa, my head resting in his lap. The warmth that radiated off him was exactly what I needed. “Jasmine and I were prohibited from watching TV. We had to spend our spare time practicing piano, learning languages. Math and reading.”

He began stroking my hair when I answered sarcastically, “Oh so that’s why I’m not a billionaire? I spent too much time watching TV.” I chuckled, but he didn’t laugh along. He seemed utterly in deep thought, so I got a little serious. “I remember you said your parents were strict. Is that why you weren’t allowed to do those things?”

His expression remained impassive. “Right. We had books instead.” Clearly not wanting to linger on that subject, he changed it back to me. “What about books, Evelyn?”

Then I looked a little embarrassed. “I never had books. Never once did my mother read me a bedtime story. She never tucked me in or kissed me good night. I never had a bedtime; I just took myself when I was tired. That was unless I wasn’t already in my bed. My bedroom was something I was always confined to.” I glanced away from his eyes as I revealed the next part. “My bed was soiled, dirty sheets, no teddies, no toys. Just my thumb for comfort.”

Parks stiffened under me as he cupped my cheek. He hid his anger by trying to sooth me instead. “I wish I could reverse time and take you away from that situation. I wish I could take away all your pain.”

I swatted my hand in midair. “It doesn’t matter. I think I just need to come to the conclusion that my mother has never loved me, and that’s that.”

“Well.” His lips pressed to my forehead. “I have no idea why she doesn’t love such a beautiful, courageous woman like you. She’s insane.”

“She is,” I agreed.

“What about your father? Did he abuse you?”

“No, he was just a silent witness. Which is just as bad. He loves me, I think. But he loves my mother more, so he accepted her behaviour. He always has. Anyway.” I shifted, trying to push away the dark part of my life and sat up to face him. “Let’s talk more about you.”

He waved his hand around briefly. “Go ahead.”

“Do you have a geeky thing?”

He raised a brow in amusement, his lips twisting. “A geeky thing?”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Something you like but never admit that you like it. My geeky things are star signs, animated movies, and the universe.”

Intrigue lit up his features. “The universe?”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “It fascinates me. Your turn?”

“You.” He gently nudged my cheek with his knuckle. “You’re my geeky thing.”

I prodded him in his ribs. “I am not geeky.”

“No, you’re beautiful, so stop frowning.” He pulled at my baby-doll, bringing me into him to make me kiss him, but I wasn’t finished interrogating.

“I’m not done.”

A grin spread across his face at my bossy tone and the way I pushed my finger into his lips to stop him talking. “Carry on.”

I took a deep breath, definitely needing it for what I was about to ask. “What’s your family like? Why are you so controlling? What do you like doing other than working?”

He pushed some of my hair behind my ear. “I’m controlling because that’s who I am. I like things my way or no way. I’ve already told you about my family. And I
like
working, but other than that, I work out, and I play tennis back home.”

Hmm. I studied him, working him out. “That’s the glamorous life of Wade Parks? I think you’re hiding something.”

His eyes narrowed, and his tone tried shutting me down. “That’s all you need to know.”

The part of me that was more inquisitive continued to prod. “You didn’t tell me about your family, you only told me their occupations.” His mother was a retired brain surgeon and spent her time founding her charity, Children of Addicts. His father was a top celebrity lawyer, and his sister was just as wealthy and intelligent as Parks was.