Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(38)

Chapter Fourteen





The next morning, a buzzing from Parks’s side of the bed woke me up. It was still a little dark outside, so I rolled over onto my stomach and pulled the duvet over my head to drown out the noise, but then I had the sheets pulled from me.

“What’s the time?” I groaned, trying to pull the sheets from Parks, but he pounced on the bed and flipped me onto my back. His hair was beautifully dishevelled, falling across his forehead, and his strong arms flexed as he held his weight on his palms to look over me.

“Five a.m.” He smirked, dipping down to take my nipple that was peeking through the sheets into his mouth.

“Five a.m.? Fucking serious?” I pushed him away, letting my breast fall from his mouth. “I don’t care how good you are at sucking my tits, I am not getting out of bed at five a.m.”

His groan was contemptuous as he climbed off the bed. “We’re getting up.” He took hold of my ankle and pulled me out of the comfort of the bed and out of hiding. “I have to be at work in an hour. Come take a shower with me. I want to be tucked in your sweetness.”

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he only held me tighter, laughing at my attempt to unlatch myself from him. “I would love for you to be tucked inside me, but can’t we do it in an hour?” I yawned.

He chuckled huskily. “I can see you’re not a morning person.”

“No,” I corrected him, “I’m not a five a.m. person.”

He settled me down onto my feet, made sure I was watching him, and pulled down his boxer-briefs, uncovering his impressive, hard cock. I sagged as I stared at it. I’d been defeated by a man organ. “I could be a five a.m. person,” I relented on a smirk.

“Thought so.” He grinned as he picked me up again and padded into the bathroom.



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My legs were crossed on the bed while I watched in delight as Parks dressed himself in an outfit I’d picked out for him. A white, fitted dress shirt accentuated his biceps, a navy waistcoat over the top still managed to show his perfectly formed abs, and the matching suit trousers ran effortlessly down his long legs. His feet were dressed in brown brogues, his wrist in a gold Rolex, and his hair styled impeccably.

“I don’t think I can walk after last night and this morning.” I rolled on my back so I was lying flat out, my head resting at the end of the bed whilst I began stretching out my arms and legs.

“Baby, you will never walk straight after sex with me.”

I shook my head on a smirk and tilted it to look at him upside down. “You should get a WParks shag patented.”

He cocked his head like he had an idea. “Or you could buy the rights.”


“How much?” I grinned, turning onto my stomach and propping up on an elbow.

Fixing his dark navy tie, he said, “How much do you think I’m worth?”

I wriggled my nose and narrowed my eyes, dramatically pretending to think. “A tenner?”

“A tenner?” he gasped playfully in a British accent, then widened his arms. “Then I’m yours.”

A laugh spilled out of my mouth. “You just sold yourself short, Wade.”

“For you to keep calling me Wade, I’d give you myself for free.”

I rolled my eyes. “You already do.”

He gracefully walked to the end of the bed and bent down to my eye level. “Are you thankful?”

I bit my lip seductively, slowly studying his incomparable features. “Very.”

He shook his head, telling me to behave and pushed to his feet. “Evelyn, get dressed.”

As of then, I hadn’t told him my reason for not getting dressed, but he was about to find out. Picking at the edge of the bedsheet, I blurted it out. “I can’t go to work.”

His brows drew in on a frown. “Why not? Are you still feeling sick?”

“No.” I gulped. “Clarke suspended me.”

He let the tie he was still faffing with fall around his neck in exasperation. “What did you do?” I stayed quiet, which gave him reason to push sternly. “Evelyn?” His forbidding tone had me wincing, and I threw my hands over my face, talking between my fingers because I was completely ashamed.

“I was drunk at work.”

“What?” As expected he wasn’t best pleased.

I took my hands from my face, my embarrassment and shame turning into a nag. “Why are you looking at me like I’m unbelievable?”

He shook his head, chiding my insolence. “Because you are. Was Clarke the only one who knew of this?”

“No.” I winced. “I was in the toilets and heard the bitches talking about me.”

“Carla?” he pushed determinedly.

Was he kidding? “Do you think I would have a job if she knew?”

He seemed to calm down a little after hearing that and returned to his tie. “Okay. Don’t worry. I’ll lift the suspension. Take the day off. Stay here and—”

“I don’t want to stay inside.” I could never sit and do nothing. I needed to keep busy so I didn’t have time to think. Parks didn’t understand that.

“I don’t want you outside.” It was a caution, a demand, and an abrupt way to try and cut me off, leaving no room for discussion.