Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(77)

She rested her head on my shoulder. “And at least I have you to babysit.”

My ears pricked up. “Me and babies? Would never work.”

Steph had fallen asleep during the film. I wanted to wake her up and send her to bed, but I didn’t want to disturb her. Chucking a throw over her body, I made sure she was warm, then headed into my old room. I had a text on my phone and laid in bed to read it.



Wade: So horny, I may just have to jack off looking at a photo of you.



I giggled and smiled at my screen as swelling lust filled my heart. I was happy he was thinking about me.



Evey: What photo may that be?



I stared at my screen, waiting for his reply.



Wade: I have one of you laying naked in my bed. One you do not know of.



I chuckled again and bit my lip.



Evey: You took a photo of me without my consent? That’s very creepy.



Giggling at my own reply, I hit the Send button.



Wade: Had to prepare for nights like this!



Evey: Nights like what?



Wade: Nights where my girlfriend leaves me with a boner. Needing relief.



I was starting to feel aroused myself and suddenly wished I was lying next to him. Feeling that body of his. Stroking that cock of his.



Evey: What if I told you I was as horny as you were?



Imagining his low groan, I waited impatiently.



Wade: What are you trying to do to me? My cock is throbbing and needing your sweetness. All I have is my hand. Do you feel guilty?



I laughed out loud, but my sex was thumping, yearning after its partner in crime.



Evey: Not guilty because I like the image of your hand working your cock. However, my sweetness feels betrayed. She has lost out to the palm of your hand.



Giggling childishly, I pressed Send, then glanced at the small clock on my smartphone. It was almost two in the morning, and I knew if I didn’t put an end to it, we would be sexting all night. And getting sexually frustrated.



Wade: Tell that sweetness of yours that she has betrayed me. Abandoning her partner in crime, leaving me to release his frustration.



Were we really talking about our sex organs in the third person? We were crazy, and I loved that we could be stupid and crazy together, that we totally got each other on another level.



Evey: I think you should let your woman sleep. I am sexually frustrated and have no man to tend to me. Finish off your hand job and report back to me in the morning.




I waited five minutes for his reply.



Wade: Job done. Fuck. Good night my Princess. Don’t stop missing me. W x.



I smiled at the screen, reading the sentence over and over. That was impossible.



Evey: Never. Don’t stop thinking about me. E x.



His reply was instant.



Wade: Never. W x.





Chapter

Twenty-Four





Steph was still asleep when I got up for work that morning. I got showered, pulled my hair up into a hair tie, did my makeup, and got dressed.

Parks had slipped in Agent Provocateur lingerie that consisted of a tiny black thong that left hardly anything to the imagination and a black bra that was a stunning mixture of French lace and mesh. He also added suspenders to the bag and a garter belt. The suspenders were beautifully crafted with lace trims and bows.

The beautiful red dress he gave me to slip on was knee length, had long sleeves, and hugged my curves. I also had black heels, a chunky necklace, and a matching Birkin bag. Bloody hell. He did have good taste.

Parks texted me to tell me he was outside, so I gathered myself, unlocked the front door, and got knocked in the face by a limo waiting curbside.

Parks climbed out of the limo elegantly, wearing that cocky smirk, his body draped in a gorgeously tailored suit. He bent down to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “I intend to have some private time with you before work.”

Entering the limo, I felt a little light-headed. I knew what was coming, and I craved every morsel of it. “Do you intend on spanking me?” My voice poured out of my throat breathy and seducing, and my gaze fell straight onto a black paddle that lay in his lap.

“Yes. Do you have any objections?” He traced the item sensually with his fingers.

“I just want to ask, what for?” I knew what it was for. It was because I wore those jeans and because I didn’t spend the night with him. Sulking like a child was what I’d imagined him doing all night.

“You know why.” His grin was wry.

“How was your hand job?”

His nose wrinkled in amusement. “Not as good as being inside you. Now, no more talk. Get on your knees. I want to spank you while you suck my cock.”

Oh Jesus. My new thong had suddenly been saturated with arousal. Wade Parks’s domineering behaviour had me sweltering. Had me flushing. Had me convulsing with the need to devour his everything. Still, that wasn’t enough. I could never get enough.

I got to my knees in front of him and let him pull the hem of my dress up and over my arse with his fingers. The gasp that left his mouth did crazy shit to me. His gaze roamed over the delights of my lingerie. A black thong, suspenders, and stockings.