Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(22)

She laughed. “Did he sneak honey from your honey pot?”

“Chez!” I laughed. “Why would you want to know if he made me come or not?”

“Don’t talk so brash,” she scolded. “Right, I will see you next week, Evey. And please, please take care.”

“Chez, if you wanna tell me not to have a drink, go ahead.”

“Don’t bloody drink.”

“I won’t.” I winced. I hoped I wouldn’t.

We hung up, and I hovered over the buttons. Desperate to talk to my best friend, I dialled in her mobile number and held my breath while it rang…and rang.

“It’s Stephanie…leave a message.” Shit. Answer machine. It was clear she didn’t want to talk to me. What hurt the most was the fact she was bound to have known about my accident at the hospital. That alone made me think she might have called me to check in, but she was clearly still mad. I didn’t blame her, but it hurt. I felt lost without my best friend, my sister from another mother, my wingman. I would have to make it up to her, but first, I needed to find Parks.

I found my baby-doll wrapped in the bedsheet, pulled it back over my body, and wandered out of the bedroom. There were another three rooms on the first floor, so I investigated. The first room was another bedroom, the second was a huge bathroom, and the third was a home office. It was a beautiful room, bursting with browns, dark greens, and walnut wood. There was a log fireplace against the wall and French doors leading onto the roof terrace. There was also a brown wood desk, which had a sexy man sitting behind it on a leather swivel chair in a pair of grey jogging bottoms. He was concentrating so hard that he hadn’t spotted me yet, so I took the time to study him whilst leaning against the doorjamb. He was strenuously tapping away on a laptop, had on an earpiece, and was showing that powerful command he had over his businesses. He had that ability to assert power and control. It was extremely captivating to watch, and extremely sexy to know that this highly educated, well-respected, and powerful businessman wanted me. And only me.

“It’s worth taking the risk…they are a small business, I agree, but they don’t have the potential to expand with a dick like Hurley in charge…” He chuckled at whatever the person on the line said and mindlessly looked up towards the door, only to see me watching him with a smile on my face. He cleared his throat, his eyes stalking my body from head to toe, paying particular attention to my breasts, which were enhanced by my crossed arms. “Something’s come up. Call Joanna. Reschedule.” He stopped tapping on the keys and threw his earpiece onto the desk.

“Don’t let me disturb you.” I batted my lashes. “I quite like watching you in business mode.”

His amusement was clear as he sat back in his chair comfortably, making the leather creak. “I’m always in business mode. You look edible, Evelyn.” He crooked his fingers. “Come here.”

I sashayed towards him, having no idea where my provocative side was coming from. The sway of my hips, the sultry smirk, the batting of my eyelashes. I was no Jessica Rabbit, but Parks looked at me like I was, and because of that, I wanted to please him. Immensely. Especially when we were engaging sexually. It was a way we both knew how to express our feelings. He moved back his chair, took my hips, and lifted me onto the desk. Then he took back his chair and pushed himself forwards so his hands warmed my thighs. Pushing up the material of the baby-doll to my waist, he spoke briskly. “Now we have to resolve a certain situation.” The warm feel of his palms on my bare skin instantly captivated me under his spell. Exactly where he wanted me.

“What might that be?” I breathed, watching his fingertips walk up my thighs.

His index finger drew the simplest circles against my inner thigh, but the softness of his touch made a huge impact. “Your persistence with calling me Parks.”

I rolled my eyes. Really? “I like calling you Parks. You like calling me Evelyn.”

“Because that’s your name,” he went on, narrowing his eyes to tell me he was serious. “My name is Wade, and it seems you only remember that when I’m making you come.” He caught my knees and pushed apart my legs, then slipped his palms around my thighs and into the middle. Leaning back onto my hands, I opened my legs wider for him, resting my feet on his knees as he sat before me. I hadn’t put any underwear on, and the way Parks inhaled deeply when my cleft came into view made it all worthwhile. He slipped two of his fingers inside me and smothered my trembling entrance with the small trickle of arousal that had escaped.


“I will make you call my name continuously, making sure you never forget.” Parks withdrew his fingers from me and reached into a drawer on his desk. I watched on as he pulled out two pieces of black rope. My chest rose, then dropped deeply as he took my left ankle and tied it to the leg of the desk, then he took the right and did the same thing. My legs were tied, my thighs pulled apart, exposing me to the fullest.

“You just happen to have rope in there?” I breathed, failing to try and remain calm and unaffected.

The mischievousness of his smirk had my stomach knotting. “I’m always prepared.” He sat back in his chair and grinned, his eyes filled with an animal-like need and excessive hunger.

Fully aware of his intention, I panicked. “No, you can’t. I haven’t showered.” I didn’t mind his fingers or cock, but going down on me when I hadn’t showered after our previous sex? Oh God.