Denying Mr. Parks (The Parks #1)

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and commanding tone was a warning, so I told Alex to give me a moment and handed him my orange juice to hold. Alex looked aggrieved, and I hated that I made him feel that way, but I didn’t want to make a scene in front of him.
    Parks discreetly caught me by the elbow and pulled me away, which infuriated me.
    “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed as he marched me through the lobby, murmuring hello to the guests as we passed but not giving them enough time to say anything else. He led me into a small room that branched off the lobby and pulled me around a corner, making sure we were out of sight—out of sight yet still in the same space as hundreds of guests. Anyone could have walked past at any moment.
    “I could ask you the same question, Evelyn. You decline my invitation to attend the event on my arm, but you arrive with that man who thinks it’s acceptable to take you to a dive?”
    I ripped my arm out of his grip. “My invite stated I could invite a plus one. This has nothing to do with you. Besides, you’re here with Carla .” I spat her name bitterly.
    “Because you declined my offer, Evelyn.” He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair and misshaped it a little, but it still fell flawlessly.
    “So you did it to piss me off?” I folded my arms and stared at him vehemently.
    He walked towards me and took my arms from their crossed position. “I wanted a reaction from you, Evelyn. How did you feel seeing me with her? Envious?”
    “No.” I knocked his hands away abruptly. “I don’t care if you’re with Carla, or any other desperate woman, for that matter. And I don’t understand why you keep following me around. Trying to pursue me when my answer will always be no.” I shoved him in the shoulder to get him to move out of my way and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed hold of my wrist, spun me around, pushed me back into the wall, and pinned me there with his hips. His erection dug into my pelvis, reminding me how well-endowed he actually was. Jesus.
    “Your mind is denying me, Evelyn. But your body is accepting every part of me.”
    “You’re wrong,” I breathed against his fingertips as he traced my parted lips. I was paralysed by lust. Immobilized by deplorable desire.
    “Neither of us want the feelings, Evelyn, so sex is the appropriate option.” He clenched his teeth and demanded, “You will stop denying me.”
    I was appalled that we were having this conversation, but being enticed by this man fogged any logical thoughts. I was tempted, and at this time in my life I couldn’t afford temptations. But the powerful effect he had on my body already sent my mind into turmoil. The mind I was meant to think with didn’t work around him, and that was perilous. He radiated power, torridity, and relentless, sexual persuasion. I was fucked.
    “Then go fuck Carla.”
    “No, Evelyn,” he rumbled. “My need is for you . When I look at you, my cock immediately hardens. You get me aroused to the point of possessiveness. I will possess you .” He pulled me down onto one of the elegant chairs pressed against the wall, undid the button on his suit jacket, and bent down onto his knees in front of me. “And I will taste you. I want the scent of your sweetness on my lips for the rest of the evening, Evelyn. I crave it. I can’t stop myself from needing you.”
    My thoughts became hot and erotic from his words. But my mind was vulnerable. I couldn’t go to that place, but his breathy declaration of needing me took me there. No one ever needed me, but suddenly there was this powerful, dominating man on his knees in his expensive suit, telling me he did.
    He hitched my dress up to my hips, letting out a sensuous growl as my thong came into view. I was already panting, already waiting to have his lips on the pulse that had quickened between my thighs. He took hold of my ankles just above my shoes and moved up my calves. He planted sweet, deft kisses up my legs and onto my thighs until his

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