Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(104)

Jasmine looked at me like I was dirt, flaring her nostrils. “No thanks.” Then she strutted off.

I rolled my eyes while Parks mouthed, “Sorry.”

“So you’re not going to have it out with her?”

He climbed to his feet, then held out his palm. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

“About what?”

“The way she spoke to me. Told me you could never love someone like me.”

He kissed my temple as we started walking back to the house. “But I do love you. So what she said is null and void.”

“So you’re just going to let her get away with it?” My tone was pissed. My thoughts of him shunning his sister for the way she treated me were beginning to be just that. Thoughts.

“When you left the party last night, what do you think I did? You should expect an apology from her sometime today.”

“That’s it?” I was grumpy.

“What do you suggest I do, Evelyn?”

What did I suggest he do? I wasn’t sure. But I hated the thought of Little Miss Perfect getting away with talking to me the way she did. Treating me like dirt. Telling me I was nothing but an alcoholic after her brother’s money.

Okay. I’d suggest he do nothing, because the time for me to do something would be at hand shortly.

“Nothing. Forget it.”

We reentered the bedroom. I’d started to undress myself when Parks perched at the end of the bed and narrowed his green eyes at me.

“What?” My frown was deep and curious.

“Snap out of your mood, Evelyn.”

“I’m not in a mood,” I snapped. I damn well was in a mood. My back was facing him when I pulled off the dress and let it drop to the floor. As I stood there in a pair of lace knickers I felt him staring at my arse.

“Yes, you are. You feel distant. I hate it when you’re like this. It feels like I can’t get to you.”

“Oh?” I turned and watched his eyes quickly shift to my tits. “It’s not nice, is it?” I was referring to his moods. When he acted cold and distant, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs until he heard me. I was glad he felt the same.

“Time of the month coming up?” he teased but quickly dropped his smirk when he witnessed my complexion pale. “What?” he asked in haste.

“Did you pack my pills?” Shit!

“Your pills?” He frowned, his complexion suddenly matching mine. “No. I thought you carried them in your handbag?”

Double shit. “I do, but they’re in my Mulberry bag. Back at home,” I added, horrified.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “How many have you missed?”

My eyes rolled to the ceiling as I nervously worked it out in my head. “Two days.” I exhaled in a rush as my pulse started to fluctuate.

“Okay.” His tone was back to being calm. “So everything is fine?”

Oh was he in for a shock. “Depends. Do you have condoms?”

He scoffed. “Of course I don’t.”

“Then sex is off.”

“Excuse me?” He was mortified, like I had announced the most obscene thing in the world.

“I can’t take chances, Wade. If you don’t have condoms, then sex is off.” I loved telling him that because his face was a picture. So funny and horrified. But I also hated it because f*ck if I wanted to go without sex.

His loud groan echoed around the room. He even childishly threw himself back onto the bed. “I should punish you for this. No sex is going to kill me.”

“It’s your fault for being so careless. Or you could just go get some condoms? Unless—” I smirked, “—you can cope with blue-balls syndrome?”

“Fuck no.” He sat up, and a menacing grin spread across his lovely face. “I will be f*cking you. It doesn’t have to be in your sweetness.”


My stomach tensed, and a sweet ache began to make itself know between my legs. “Then you better show me what you mean.” My tone was soft, purring, and seductive as I pulled my knickers all the way down to my ankles, then stepped out them. Naked and standing bare in front of Parks clearly made his appetite for my body surge.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

“Glad to hear it.” I turned on my bare heel and padded into the bathroom.

The bathroom was huge with white marble floors and walls and contained a spectacular egg-shaped floating bath, a hexagon-shaped walk-in shower, gorgeous, hand-carved cabinets, and soft lighting. There was also a long wall covered with mirrors sitting above double sinks. I headed toward it and began mindlessly brushing my hair.

Parks followed me in naked. I shifted restlessly on my bare feet as his gaze travelled all the way down my backside and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth on a growl.

“You drive me crazy,” he said with solid conviction, padding over to me. Stepping up behind me, he slipped his arms through mine and held on to the cabinet in front of me, trapping me between it and his body brushing against my backside. Oh God, the rigid length of his erection was skating over my arse, making me quiver.

Parks pulled my hair to one side, then trailed feather-light kisses along my bare shoulder, sending my legs into a quiver. My head tilted to the right as he began licking into my ear, skimming his tongue down my neck, then biting gently at my shoulder blade.