Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(102)

“Too right you are,” he admitted proudly.

My head snapped up as I gawped at him. “So how do you expect me to play tennis? You just want to watch my tits bounce while I run for the ball.”

He winked, which made me giggle. “You know me well, Princess.”

I raked my gaze down his body again, eying his tennis clothes and worrying about the absence of mine. “I don’t have the right clothes.”


“Yes, you do.” Turning around, he picked something up that was resting on top of a cabinet and threw it onto my lap. I took the white tennis dress and grinned.

“You’ve got everything planned out, haven’t you?”

“Oh yes. Don’t bothering showering. We’ll do that later.”

Quickly, I changed into the tennis dress, which was tight by my breasts to give them the right amount of support and flowy at the bottom, then I pushed my feet into trainers and tied my hair up into a ponytail.

Serena who?

We made our way through stunning, lush green gardens. Beautiful apple trees and greenery lined the path we strolled down. Hand in hand. Silent and tranquil. Parks allowed me to absorb my surroundings and appreciate how stunning the gardens were. The skies were a clear crystal-blue, and the sun was beaming down on us. It was heaven.

Around ten minutes later, we finally made it to the tennis court. “Here.” Parks placed a white tennis cap on my head and fed my ponytail through the back. Then he placed his own cap on his head effortlessly. His lips twitched humorously as he watched me studying him. “Like what you see?”

Was he kidding? Rising up onto my tiptoes, I kissed his nose. “Hmm. You look so f*cking hot.”

He slapped my arse. “Less of the f*cking.”

Giggling, I twirled in my dress, making the hem rise. “What about me?”

He shook his head on closed eyes, then walked away from me, calling over his shoulder, “I can’t tell you what I think about you right now.”

I ran beside him, jogging to keep up with his long strides. “Why?”

Turning, he bit his bottom lip and groaned, green eyes sucking up my curves. “Because if I tell you what I think about you, it’s not tennis we’ll be playing.”

Biting my own lip, I watched as he collected our racquets from their pouches and quickly made sure the strings were up to scratch.

“Here.” Parks handed me my racquet, and I saw it had a bigger head than his did. He spotted my confusion on a cocky smirk. “It’s a racquet for beginners. The wider head gives you a better chance of hitting the ball.”

Taking it as an insult, I furrowed my brows and smacked his backside with my racquet. “I’m going to kick your arse.” I poked out my tongue and turned my back on him to take position on the court.

Parks bounced the tennis ball to check its spring, then caught it again in his palm. “Ladies first.” He softy batted the ball over to my side of the court. I caught it with my hand, walked to the baseline, and got into position, ready to serve.

After bouncing the ball a couple of times, I threw it into the air, then whacked it when it came into contact with the racquet. Parks jogged over to where it was heading and batted it back effortlessly. I hit it back and watched the ball spin over the net before clamping my eyes on Parks. The performance of his body was powerful and smooth. It was utterly distracting. So distracting that I didn’t realise the ball was coming at me until it hit me right in the chest.

“Shit,” I muttered, walking over to collect it. I whacked it back with speed, sending Parks running for it. My hopes of him missing it were quickly dashed. Damn it.

We began a rally, until I got distracted again by watching the muscles flex in his arms. I completely missed the ball when he hit it back at me. Instead it hit me in the leg.

“Eyes on the ball, Princess.”

I childishly mimicked him and bent down to retrieve the ball, my competitive streak kicking in. I knew he was going to win if I didn’t up my game.

Throwing up the ball, I hit it over the net full force and moaned as if I was having an orgasm. “Ah.” He missed! Oh yes. The tactic worked.

My lips curled in a satisfactory smirk as I watched him scowl under his cap and walk to retrieve the ball.

He tossed it back to me, making me serve again. I moaned louder when I hit it. “Oh.”

He hit it back that time, but not with the same force he’d been using. Three times I hit it back to him and made the sexual noises. By the forth rally, he hit the ball out.

I grinned, thrilled by what I was doing, but Parks threw his racquet down in rage and made his way towards me. I jogged backwards as he came closer.

“Come here.” His voice was low, commanding, and greedy, and it made my stomach race with butterflies.

Not wanting to get caught, I sprinted away from him, but my effort to try and break free was worthless. He curled his arms around my waist, pulled my body against him, then spun me around and smacked his mouth into mine, almost knocking me off my feet. The support of his arm around my back stopped me from falling.

Driving his tongue into my mouth, he stole my breath in a deep and abrupt kiss. I lashed my own tongue against his, knocking his cap from his head as I pushed my fingers through his damp hair.


“So f*cking sexy,” he growled. “I need your sweetness around my throbbing cock. Now.”

He steered me over to the net and told me to hold on to the post. His tall, muscular body came behind me, and he pulled up my dress and moved across the lace of my knickers in one swift movement.