Page 98 of Love Without Control

“That’s cool,” he said, taking a bite of cake and closing his eyes as he savored it. “This is really good, Eden. The flavor is amazing.”

“Thank you,” I replied before veering back to the turtle topic. “There’s an outreach program where workers visit local schools to teach kids about conservation and about the animals.” I poked at my cake. “Maz asked if I might be interested in helping out with that.”

I watched him for a reaction, my shoulders sagging with relief when he smiled. “That would be awesome, babe.” He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it. “You’d be really good at that because it’s something you’re passionate about. You can talk turtles in your sleep.”

That made me laugh. “So you think I should do it?”

“If you want. I thought you were going back to school though.”

“This job is only part-time. I can do both. Plus, my degree will be in marketing, and this could be considered a type of marketing. Like I’m selling turtle conservation.”

Dane tilted his head to the side in thought. “That’s true. I think you should go for it. They’d be lucky to have you.” He reached out and stroked the back of my hand, gently asking, “Is the turtle okay?”

Warmth spread through my veins at his praise and his concern. It wasn’t that I needed his permission to take the job—because fuck that shit—but it felt damn good to have his acceptance.

I turned my hand over and linked my fingers with his. “They took him back to the hospital. He’s going to be fine in a couple months.”

As I used a ladle to pour scented water over the hot coals, Dane leaned his head back against the top bench of the sauna and closed his eyes. He was seated on the bottom bench, his body on glorious display with only a white towel wrapped around his waist.What was it about a man in a white towel that was so freaking yummy?

“That one smells good. What is it?” he asked when I sat beside him with my towel draped around my torso. We’d been testing out different drops you could add to sauna water to infuse the space with various scents.

“Chamomile and lavender,” I replied. “It’s supposed to be good for relaxation.”

“Mmm, it’s working,” he said dreamily, reaching for my hand.

We relaxed for a few minutes, both of us with our eyes closed. It had taken a while for me to be comfortable in the confines of the sauna. I still didn’t go in alone, only with Dane. That helped a lot.

When I opened my eyes and crooked my head to look at him, I found the first droplets of sweat dotting his body. He had a little bit of dark hair—not too much—on his chest, and it tapered down across his abs and straight into that damn towel.

“What?” he asked, peeking one eye open and seeing my heated gaze. One side of his lips crooked up in understanding. “Oh. You hungry, baby?”

My attention dropped lower, finding a tent beginning to form beneath his towel. I tugged the knot at his waist and pulled back the edges, watching as his cock continued to grow against his belly.

“I’m very hungry. You should feed me,” I purred.

His brown irides flamed hotter than the sauna as he urged me to my knees on the floor between his thighs. “Wait,” he said, reaching for a clean towel and wedging it beneath my knees. Then he spread his legs and leaned back like a god waiting to be worshipped.

And I did. Starting at the root, I traced the thickest vein with the tip of my tongue, inhaling the scent of chamomile, lavender, and aroused male. It was a heady combination.

When I reached his crown, I made my way back down, finding the trail of another beautiful vein that required my attention. Then I flattened my tongue and licked a wet stripe all the way up the underside of his impressive length.

“Happy birthday,” I told him before taking his head into my mouth and sucking. Hard.

“Dear god,” he cried, his hands immediately sinking into my hair. “You have the best fucking mouth, Wildcat. So damn hot and wet. Touch me, please.”

He pulled my head down until my nose pressed against his groin, and I worked my throat around his tip with gulping pulses. With one hand, I cupped his tight, swollen balls, rolling them in my palm as my other hand stroked up his abdomen and over his chest. I’d learned what he liked during the past few months, and he loved the touch of my hands while he was in my mouth.

“Goddamn, Eden.”

Pulling off him, I looked up into his hooded eyes. “I like the way you say my name.”

Then I went back to work as he chanted my name like a filthy prayer. “Eden, Eden. Yes, Eden. So fucking good. I have the dirtiest little wife. ”

I increased my pace, bobbing my head up and down faster and faster with every tug of his hands in my hair. As soon as I felt him pulsing against my tongue, I readied myself for the inevitable spurts of his release, but he pulled me away from my task.

His chest rose and fell with his heaving breaths. “I’m coming in that sweet cunt of yours, but first, I’m feeling a little hungry myself.”

“I just fed you cake,” I teased as he bent down and lifted me by the waist.

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