Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(24)

He used his grip on my hips to push me back onto his cock with increasing force and rapidity. After I’d got use to the sensation of something so big shoved into something so small, I pushed my arse out and met his cock fiercely. A rush of breath left his throat as he tried to stop me.

“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 f*cked 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.