Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(51)

“You’ve already eaten?”

“Yeah. I cooked a casserole for Steph and brought you some home.” I placed it into the microwave for a few moments, then turned to reassure him. “It’s all freshly made, don’t worry.” When it pinged, I pulled out the casserole and poured it into a bowl. I found a spoon, then handed him his meal. His eyes studied it cautiously, then he went cold on me. “I’ll eat it in my office. I have a few things to catch up on.”


“You’re mad because I didn’t tell you what I was doing? Or because I didn’t come home when I said I would?”

He answered me as he began climbing the stairs. “Both. And instead of spanking you, I’m going to catch up on work.”

“You need to calm down?” I was shouting up the stairs. “I would rather you spanked your anger out than ignore me!”

Clearly, I knew he wasn’t going to do that. The first time he spanked me out of anger, he vowed never to do it again. I scolded myself for asking him, because it was stupid and reckless. Of course I didn’t like him spanking me in anger. But the thought of him ignoring me shredded my emotions.

“Just go relax and have a bath, Evelyn.”

“Whatever,” I murmured.

After my bath, I slipped on a light blue silk wrap and got comfortable on the bed. I was a few chapters into a new book when he walked into the room, drying himself with a towel. It was a hard task, but I pulled my eyes away from his body and continued to read. Well, tried to. None of the words seemed to sink in. All I could see from the corner of my eye was him drying that dark, tousled hair of his and then his arm moving down to dry off his erection. Up and down he rubbed along his shaft, then he threw the towel on the floor. I continued to ignore him even when he climbed onto the bed. Hmm. His scent had my senses standing on end, all excited and jumpy. Freshly showered and all things Parks.

“I hate it when we fight.”

I sighed, brushing him off. “Then stop acting an arrogant, spoilt arse.”

He ignored me like I hadn’t even said anything. “You look incredibly sexy in that colour.”

My shrug was dripping in nonchalance when I flipped over the page. Parks pulled down my wrap, exposing my breast, and wrapped his lips around my nipple. My breath caught, my eyes closed, and my grip tightened on my book.

“Stop,” I told him pitifully. He moaned against my taut nipple, rolling it around between his lips. My head fell back gently onto the headboard.

“Beautiful breasts,” he murmured before sucking one pebbled nipple and torturing the other one between his fingers. I dropped my book and ran my fingers through his hair. The pounding beat between my thighs began, so I rubbed them together, trying to ease it, but that didn’t work, so I pulled my hands from his hair and pushed my fingers between my legs.

The fire that burnt deep within my core spread across my breasts as his tongue lashed and teeth twisted my aching breast. “Princess, I have someone coming to see you tomorrow evening.” He rolled his fingers over my clit, massaging it in such a way that my mind blacked out.

“Who?” My voice was weak. I was hardly thinking about who he wanted me to meet. My sex was dampening by the second as he glided his fingers over my folds, then slid them into me. “Ah,” I moaned, lying back on the bed. He was by my side, fingering my sex, sucking at my exposed breast.

“Nia Malone.” He plunged two fingers deep into me. “She’s the therapist I told you about.”

My eyes flew open in anger, but I was also climaxing. He told me the news on a goddamn climax.

“You bastard,” I moaned, aggressively riding out my orgasm, yanking at his hair. I pushed him off me after my climax and climbed off the bed. Intense orgasm or not, I was not happy. “What? I begged you not to, and you still went behind my back?”

“Goddamn it, Evelyn, you’re saying it like I’m doing it for me. It’s for you. To help you. She’s one of the best. She doesn’t act like a doctor. More like a friend. I’m helping you as much as I can, and hell if I can’t get you the best help.”

He knew infinitely that I never wanted a therapist. “But you’re helping me just by being here for me. Don’t you see that?”

I looked away from him as he climbed over the bed to where I was standing by the edge and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m not going anywhere, Princess. I will always be here for you. I don’t think you realise how much I care about you. I would never have relentlessly pursued you in the beginning if I didn’t care.”

My eyes softened, and I finally turned to look at him. “I just don’t like the idea of you going behind my back. I get you want to help, but you have to keep me informed.”

“Keep you informed,” he noted on a damn irresistible smirk that had me suddenly pinning him to the bed. The look of desire he held for me so well pooled in his eyes. “What do you want to do to me, Princess?”

Pushing my lips into his, I kissed him deeply. “I want to f*ck you slow.”

“Then f*ck me slow,” he breathed.


Positioning my knees aside his hips, I got ready and took his lips with mine, kissing him sensually while hovering my sex just above his cock. The magnetised force that so wanted our privates to touch was extremely hard to fight, but I wanted to tease him. I wanted to take him slow and feel everything.