Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(84)

“I don’t deserve you.” It was the truth. My deep, dark soul was suddenly coming into the light, and it was all down to one man. He saw my flaws. He saw my imperfection, and still, for some reason, he wanted me.

“That—” he frowned, “—is also unacceptable. You deserve everything, Evelyn.”

We briefly met the pilot, and I asked him a million questions before I let him get back to the cockpit. Then I asked the same million questions to the air hostess. I bet they were all sick of me.

Parks didn’t take any notice when the woman showed us the exit and safety routines, but I did. I soaked up every word like a sponge and asked her to do it once more before we took off.

We took a seat on the plush sofas and quickly got strapped in. The doors closed, the engines roared, and I suddenly felt more panicky than I ever had. My sweaty hand grasped at Parks’s hand tightly, and when the plane began its course down the runway, feeling like we were travelling at the speed of light, I had no choice but to close my eyes. Tight.

Parks stroked my hand with his thumb, but the butterflies still came. Then we started to lift off the ground.

“Oh God. Oh God.” My eyes were closed. My knees bouncing up and down. I felt sick. So sick. How on earth did a piece of metal fly this way?

A few moments later, Parks told me to open my eyes. Hesitating, I cracked one eye open, then the other, and bravely peered out the window.

I gasped. “Oh…wow.” We were surrounded by clear blue skies and flying over a bed of white cloud. My nerves instantly disintegrated. “It’s beautiful.” I had never seen such a wondrous sight. So high and so far away from life. The feeling was liberating, and the moment I saw the beautiful view, I never wanted it to be taken away.

“So beautiful,” Parks gushed, and when I turned to look at him, he was gazing at me instead.

“Ya big softy,” I teased, slapping his thigh playfully.

“Oh, I’m anything but soft, Evelyn.”

My gaze slowly drifted into his lap to see that his length was straining against his trousers. He brought his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close, nuzzling his face into my neck as he skimmed his other hand between my legs.

“Let’s go f*ck,” he breathed coarsely, and the rawness of his words trickled through my veins, making my spine shiver.

“You want to f*ck me?” I whispered, watching his parted lips.

Parks pushed open my thighs and cupped my sex over my trousers. “I want to tie your hands and feet to the bed for the next eleven hours and worship your body until you beg me to stop.”

He watched me bite my lip. “Worship my body? Or f*ck it?”


“I have eleven hours, Princess. I can do a lot in that time.”

Watching his eyes drifting into a heavy daze, feeling his hand between my thighs, and staring at his full, delicious lips as he spoke dirty to me was making me wet and needy.

“Tell me what you plan to do.”

He circled my clit over my trousers with the fingers of one hand while he trailed his other hand down the exposed skin of my chest, where he’d already undone two buttons on my blouse. “I plan to strip you out of those pretty, tight clothes, lay you down on the bed, and caress your curves. Watch you wriggle under my touch.” He traced the curve of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“And then?” I breathed.

“I will peel your panties off your sweet body with my teeth, unravel your bra, and expose those perfect tits ready for my lips to wrap around.” Oh Jesus. He was watching the heavy rise and deep fall of my chest. “I’m gonna make you so goddamn wet for me. Make your legs tremble while I set myself between them and lick your temptation.”

“Come take me,” I begged, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth, caressing the bulge in his trousers with my palm. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and stalked into the bedroom at the back of the plane.

All I got was a glimpse of the mahogany wood and white double bed. Parks tossed me onto the bed, but he stood at the bottom. I was panting, watching him slowly peel of his suit jacket and then undo his buttons on his shirt. One by one he revealed the beauty of his defined body and the treasure line that ran down the perfect V of his abdomen.

“You’re perfect,” I gasped as he began to unbuckle his belt and feed it through the loops before throwing it onto the floor. He slid down his trousers and boxers at the same time, giving me a quicker view of his magnificent cock that was all mine.

When he was naked in all his glory, he climbed onto the bed, making me lie down on my back as he hovered over my body. My breath caught, and I let out a slight whimper.

“Let’s get rid of this.” With proficient fingers he began to unbutton my blouse as his darkening green eyes stared into mine. My body was already on fire. Fevered by the want I felt for his body. Lusting after every hard inch of him.

He curled his hands around my shoulders as he slipped my blouse down my arms, then threw it to one side, revealing my red lace bra.

“Hmm.” He groaned. “Just skin on skin. That’s what I want.” His voice was a seductive whisper, and it had me entranced.

Parks reached behind my back and immediately unclasped my bra. He gently caressed my back, then pulled the clasps forward and pushed my bra off. My nipples were hardened points, and my skin was covered in chills.

“Your body is mine, Princess.” My back arched as he sent his lips across my shoulder blade, over my breasts, and onto my stomach. Then he gripped the top of my trousers, quickly undid the button, and pulled them from my legs. Instantly, I was lying beneath him, my breasts rising as my lungs worked harder to exhale. I just wanted to feel his hands all over me. His tongue against my skin.