Denying Mr. Parks (The Parks #1) (28 page)

Parks rumbled a low appraisal as I took his hard shaft into my palm and clasped my fingers around the base of him. He automatically grasped at my ponytail and twisted my hair around his knuckles so he could get a firm grip. I held him with both hands and licked over the soft flesh of his wide crown with one slow flick of my tongue and moaned just from tasting the small drop of precome. It was divine.

Parting my lips, I then took the wide head into my mouth just enough for my tongue to trace gentle circles.

“Suck it, Evelyn.” I knew he was enjoying my torment, but he was becoming impatient, probably worrying I was going to change my mind. I would normally slap a man who tried to command me, but his commands had my body turned on and doing exactly what he said. I wrapped one hand around his length and hollowed my cheeks, then began to suck him slowly, forming a smooth head-bobbing rhythm.

“Deeper.” His order was harsh, and I quickly did as I was told. I took him to the back of my throat and sucked and stroked, harder and faster. The taste of him was delectable, and somehow, for some reason, my body craved more of it.

“That’s it…hmm, just like that.” His teeth were clenched, and his grip around my hair tightened. He tugged to the point of welcoming pain, then began fucking my mouth at a pace
he
wanted. I was no longer in control. He turned my game into his thing, and I allowed him to take over. The animalistic sounds he made whilst pushing his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, then out again to the tip, ignited my desire for his orgasm. I wanted it from him. Needed it from him.

He was growing thick in my mouth, and the feral way he was thrusting in my throat was almost impossible to keep up with, but I did. I was determined to suck his glorious cock until the end of my fulfilment.

“Ah, Evelyn, that’s so…so good.” Parks’s rampant, guttural sounds encouraged me. I was satisfied that I was satisfying him. I bobbed my head almost aggressively. Fast, hard, and eager. He thrust his hips in determination, and I couldn’t help but think that if someone walked in, right then, they would have seen the delectable mega mogul with his trousers down and his cock fucking my mouth vigorously. The rebellious, erotic image turned my arousal levels up to a dangerous height. I pressed my thighs together to dull the swelling of my clit and licked, sucked, and worked my tongue around him, moaning around his cock. I took his heavy balls into my free hand and felt them tighten as I rolled them in my palm, and his heavy, shorter breaths told me he was on the brink. Flicking my gaze upwards, I watched his head fall back on a low, wrenching growl that rumbled through his chest.

“Ah…fuck,” he growled as his hot pleasure ejected into my mouth. I drank it all down and pumped him with my fist for more. Parks thrust, gasped, and cursed breathlessly until I slowed down after milking every last part of him.

He pulled me to my feet by my ponytail and unexpectedly smacked his lips into mine, kissing me savagely, and his tongue demanding my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his mouth with the scent of his arousal on my buds, wanting him to taste how appetizing he was to me.

“I think that was the best appreciation gift I have ever received,” he breathed. I bowed my head, smiling to myself because he enjoyed it, and he tipped my chin up with two fingers, making me face him. “Don’t look away when you’re being praised, Evelyn.”

My brows drew. “I didn’t realise I did.”

“You do,” he told me, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “A lot.”

Staring into his eyes, which had lightened a little, I admitted, “I guess I’m not used to praise.”

“Oh?” he questioned, leaving room for discussion, but I wasn’t willing.

“It doesn’t matter. I should get to work.”

He allowed his arm to drop from my shoulder as I stepped away from him. Smoothing my hair back into place, I watched him adjust himself beside me. He was staring at me, I could feel him.

I turned and smirked. “What are you thinking?”

He pursed his lips. “Do you remember what we talked about last night?” he said cryptically.

I frowned whilst trying to remember what he may have been referring to. “Which part?”

He bit his bottom lip, a sign he felt aggrieved by my obliviousness. “When I held you in my arms?”

I looked down at the floor. How could I forget? But I couldn’t remember what we talked about, and my expression told him so.

“You don’t remember.” He sighed. His unsettled expression made me feel a pang of guilt in case it was something of importance.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I pointed to the door hesitantly. “I should…I should go.”

Before I had chance to open it, he called after me. “You suck your thumb, by the way.”

My forehead automatically creased in confused, and I wore it when I turned around.

“What?”

He watched me carefully from his chair. “I told you I would hold you until you fell asleep. And you sucked your thumb.”

“I know.” I shrugged like it was no big deal. Okay, maybe I was a tiny bit embarrassed. “It’s a comforter for me. I’ve done it from a young age.”

“Oh?” Again, he invited me to discuss it and tell him more about me. I surprised myself by accepting. “I had no other comforter as a kid, except my thumb. My mum would whack my hand away every time I sucked it and told me if I gained buck teeth from it, then she would knock them out.”

He recoiled in his chair. What I’d said had made him uneasy. “But you haven’t buck teeth.”

“I did,” I told him, tapping on my teeth. “These front two are veneers.”

His face was a picture of terror; his mouth almost fell open. “She?”

“Yep, she knocked them out.”

Parks pushed up from his chair and held on to the edge of the table tightly. “Are you fucking serious? Your own mother would do that to you?”

What didn’t she do, was the question. The way he seemed to care, and the anger on his face, felt strange to me. I wasn’t used to it, so I told him I was lying, trying to pass it off as a joke. “I’m kidding.” But I wasn’t. When I was eight, my mother knocked my two front adult teeth out right after they came in. She did it to teach me a lesson. She didn’t want me to have anything nice, any solace, warmth, or comfort.

He cleared his throat, not quite sure if I was telling the truth. “Don’t kid around like that. I was already mentally on my way to pay your mother a visit.”

A smirk tugged at my lips as I thought of him taking my mother on. That was a fight I wouldn’t want to miss.

“I took a photo,” Parks said, changing the subject.

My brows shot up. “You did what?”

He flashed his phone screen at me, and sure enough, there was a photo of me in his bed, sucking my thumb.

“Give me that.” There was no way in hell I was going to let him keep it. He began to walk around the desk so I couldn’t get to him and laughed an almost boyish laugh that you wouldn’t expect to come from such a man. He was so serious all the time that hearing him sound so carefree for once made me laugh.

“Parks, give it to me.” I darted across the room to him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he mocked as we grappled around his office, laughing and joking until he fell into his chair and pulled me by the waist onto his lap. “I quite like it, so I’m keeping it.” He chuckled.

“You’re childish, Parks.” That made him laugh harder. I reached up for his hand, giving it one last go. My breasts were brushing against his face purposely until I lost balance and had no choice but to fall back down into his lap. I turned my face to meet his.

“Kiss me and I’ll delete it,” he told me, his gaze drifting from my lips back to my eyes. We stared at each other for a lingering moment, getting lost in a world of maybe. Maybe there could be that special something between us. Maybe there could be a spark we could ignite. Maybe we could be together. Maybe we felt a passion that was stronger than any we had ever felt before meeting each other.

But maybe was never a definite.

I moved in to kiss him after glancing over his impeccable features, but the door opened, interrupting us.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Our heads turned towards Carla as she stormed in, promptly followed by Joanna, who skidded to a stop behind her. They both looked stunned at they took in the image of me sitting in Parks’s lap. I jumped up to compose myself, but Parks got to his feet furiously and pointed to the door.

“Get out!”

Joanna spoke first, almost stuttering. “Mr. Parks, she barged her way in, I was simply on my way in here to remind you that you have a meeting in five minutes, sir, and she barged in. I couldn’t stop her.”

I couldn’t believe she was trying to act like it was a coincidence. Even I could see Joanna had let Carla in intentionally.

“I’m not dumb, Joanna. I know very well that I have a meeting. What right do you both have coming in here and disturbing me this way?”

“Excuse me?” It was Carla’s turn to be offended, and boy, was she offended. I loved it.

“You heard me,” he continued. “You do not, under any circumstance, just walk into my office without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Mr. Parks, she just barged in.” Joanna was still playing the innocent victim.

Parks rubbed at his forehead, exasperated. “Go on your lunch.”

“But it’s only morning.”

“Go home then, Joanna,” he bellowed. “I will deal with you tomorrow.”

She looked like she was about to cry. Her bottom lip quivered before she nodded and scurried away. Parks turned to face me, and it was only then that his features softened. “Evelyn, forgive me, but could you leave me to deal with Miss Hammond by myself, please?”

“Uh, sure.” I wasn’t sure why he was asking my permission, but I walked away to let them sort it out.

Carla’s eyes bulged, and belligerence steamed from her as she watched me pass. She already hated me, and now it seemed I’d given her even more reason to despise me. Great. I loved every second of it.

I closed the door behind me, but I was way too nosy not to stay there and eavesdrop, so I crouched down behind it.

Carla spoke first. “She’s not your kind of woman, Mr. Parks. She could never satisfy you. She could never fulfil your needs. She will never be able to handle a man like you, and she has no business to.”

“Cheeky bitch,” I mumbled under my breath. I was not trying to fulfil his needs or satisfy him, and neither did I want to
handle
him. My ears pricked up as I waited for his response, but she continued to babble on.

“You’re one of the most respected businessmen internationally. A celebrity in your field and a man of high class. What could a woman like that possibly offer a man like you?”

“You think you could offer me something different?” His voice was low, and I wasn’t sure if his question was a proposal or a snipe. Would I almost feel rejected if it was a proposal? Nonsense.

“Oh, I have an incredible amount to offer. She’s a mess, Mr. Parks.” What the fuck? “She has no qualifications, her mouth is like a sewer.” Maybe that was right. “She’s cold and a total bitch. None of the women in this building like her, have you noticed that? You can’t be seen with someone no one likes.”

I straightened up from my crouch and swallowed a lump in my throat. I knew not a lot of people liked me because of my big mouth, but everybody hated me? Was I that bad?

I shook the thought away. Who cared? I didn’t need anyone to like me.

I was about to walk away, but what Parks said next had my heart beating viciously.

“If you think that badmouthing Evelyn is going to give you any chance of getting my cock inside your pussy, then let me disappoint you, because it is highly unattractive. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to.”

I held my hand over my mouth to suppress my chuckle as Carla gasped. “You know, I can fire her just like that,” she said vindictively. I heard the click of her fingers and wanted to go in and punch the spiteful bitch. I was ready to wave my job good-bye until Parks spoke.

“And you know,” his voice was quiet, threatening, “I can get rid of you just as easily.” I heard him gather some things, and I knew he was about to walk out of the room. I moved away from the door quickly so I wouldn’t get caught, but Parks walked out before I could even turn my back. He was shocked to see me there, and before I turned on my heel to leg it down the corridor, his lips turned up into an amused smirk. I think he was happy I’d overheard, but it didn’t make a difference to me. I didn’t need him to stick up for me, and neither did I care if every woman in the building hated me. To hell with them. I made my way into the lift and back down to my office.

Throughout the day, I was busy helping Clarke set everything in place for his temp to arrive for the week he would be away. I didn’t get why he couldn’t just tell his clients he would be on holiday, but apparently that wasn’t possible.

When I had five minutes to sit down, I grabbed a quick cup of tea and some bourbon biscuits and opened up my emails. The first one was from Alex, begging to take me out that night. Which was strange. I knew there was a football match on, so him being willing to miss it was crazy. I felt a little flattered that he would do that for me and a little bad for ignoring his calls. Plus, it would be a harmless evening out. I replied with: