Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(105)
“Tell me how much your sweetness is going to miss my cock.” His erotic, raspy words had me melting into a puddle of lust.
“It’s going to miss its partner in crime very much,” I teased, my head rolling as I relished in his lingering kisses to my neck.
“Then you better open your mouth. You can’t get pregnant from that.” He smirked.
“Yes, you can,” I teased him.
“Shut up, Evelyn, and come suck me off.”
“So romantic.” I chuckled.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
For dinner that evening, I wore a blue Chanel dress that fell just below my knees and black pumps. I kept my hair down straight and makeup light. My eyes, though, were pinned on Parks. A black shirt defined the sharp edges of his shape, and tailor-made, dark grey trousers accentuated his long legs. I loved every spectacular inch of him.
Parks ignored my amorous gaze and dipped down to kiss my pink, glossy lips. “You look stunning. I want to peel this dress off your sweet body, unravel my prize, and delve into my gift.”
“I need to f*ck you.” My dirty words spilled from my mouth before I’d even thought about it.
He chuckled as he scratched his delicious jaw. “Excuse me?”
I slipped my hands up his chest just so I could touch him. “Parks, you look so f*cking hot. I can’t stop looking at the way your muscles are straining under that shirt. Can’t stop looking at the outline of your dick in those trousers. I want to jump on your cock while you’re still wearing those clothes. And if we don’t f*ck now, I will be frustrated throughout dinner.”
“Wow,” he gasped, faltering a little. “My impatient, sexy woman has it bad for me.”
“So f*cking bad.” My voice was breathless. I had the most perfectly handsome, hot sonofabitch as a boyfriend. As a lover. And that was hard to take at times.
He took a short step towards me, then leaned into my ear, his scent and touch electrify the hairs on my body. “Too bad we forgot your pills. You won’t be riding my dick, Princess.” Taking my earlobe between his teeth, he nipped it, then gave me a smack across my arse.
“Ow.” I sulked. “What was that for?”
“Calling me Parks.”
“Did I?” My lips were pouting.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes. You did.” Changing the course of conversion, Parks went on. “Listen, my father will be joining us for dinner. If it’s possible, please give him as little of your time as you can.”
“Why?”
“Can you just do as you’re told without asking questions?”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Bossy bastard,” I muttered, but he’d heard me and flashed me narrowed eyes.
“Bossy bastard. Arrogant arse. Douche. Is there anything else you would like to add to the list of hating on me?”
I stalked towards him, ran a finger down his chest, and snaked my arm around his waist. “Well, yes, actually. But we’d be here all night.”
He gripped at my wrists and held them tightly. “I think I should teach you some manners.”
“Oh?” That got my attention. “Will you tie me up and spank me?”
“Would you like that?” He licked his lips slowly, forcing my eyes to follow the wet trail he left on the curve.
Blowing out a breath, I replied, “I would love that.”
“Later.” He let my wrists drop from his hold and kissed me chastely.
“Bore,” I quipped.
Hand in hand, Parks and I strolled through the wonders of the mansion. It was decorated like a palace. Golds, fine china, marble, hand-carved cabinets, expensive paintings. It was the most extraordinary house I had ever seen.
By the time we made our way out into the garden, where we were having dinner, the sun was setting magically in the distance, shadowing the land with deep oranges and reds. Our table was set up under a gorgeous white canopy near the pool side, and tea candles were sitting around the edge of the pool, lightning it up. I noticed three candelabras on the table amid white rose petals scattered stunningly. Six places were set up to dine, and it reminded me I had to share a space with Jasmine.
Instant buzzkill.
“Wade, my precious boy.” Harriet came out of nowhere and took Parks into her arms. She smelt divine and looked dressed for a royal occasion in a white cocktail dress, beautiful black sandals, and with her hair pinned up.
“Mother.” Parks addressed her formally, hardly hugging her back.
“And Evelyn. Beautiful girl.” She gave me a soft wink and embraced me, which made me stiffen, but I had to accept her hug. It warmed me that she seemed to like me. Parks watched on as myself and his mother embraced. He was happy that we got along. Thankfully.
“Oh. Evelyn, meet my husband, Clinton. I don’t think you got the chance to meet last night.”
Clinton came out of the house and headed towards us wearing a sharp, fitted suit that showed off a toned body. For a mature man, he was gorgeous. Dark hair greying a little at the sides, clean-shaven, and with vivid green eyes just like Parks and Jasmine had.
“Evelyn.” Clinton reached me, his mouth opening wide on a smile, showing me perfect white teeth. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He took hold of my knuckles and kissed them gently. Parks stiffened immediately and pulled on my hand, sending me behind him.