me and sighed happily. He’d probably fall asleep like this, but that was all right—I knew what he liked, and anyway, he’d had one of those hair-pulling days at work that left him mentally drained. That was why he’d texted me from the office to ask if we could fuck as soon as he got home. Sometimes he was flirty about it, but when he cut right to the chase and asked for it, that meant he needed it. Naturally, I’d made damn sure he stopped thinking about work for a while.
With my arm still comfortably around him, I held up my phone in the other hand, fully intending to pull up one of the food delivery apps.
But there was a push notification that caught my eye. I was about to dismiss it and look at it later. After all, it was probably my business email, which I didn’t check after working hours—Aaron and I had long ago agreed that the end of the day was the end of the day unless something urgent came up (which was more likely to happen with his job than mine).
On second glance, though, the notification hadn’t come from my business or personal email.
It was from Kinkbook.
Aaron was drifting off on my shoulder, so if I took a minute to check the message before I ordered us food, I doubted he’d notice. I tapped the app.
In our inbox, there was a message from someone named Kelly, and the subject line had me wide awake:
I might be your unicorn.
Of course I knew damn well it could be a bot or a scam artist, or someone trying to sell nudes. Still, I was intrigued, and I tapped the message.
I’m a sub and a sadist. Would love to meet, see if there’s chemistry, and talk details. – Kelly
Holy shit. And the fact that he wanted to meet and discuss details instead of jumping right into playing was a good sign. I always preferred to feel people out in a casual setting before they ever touched my submissive. Establish compatibility, then rules and limits, then play.
I glanced down at Aaron. He was definitely asleep.
I quickly put in an order on GrubHub. The estimated delivery time was an hour. No rush to get out of bed. With Aaron still resting on my shoulder, I thumbed through Kelly’s profile. Like Aaron and me, he hadn’t included any face pics. Possibly a professional of some kind, then. Or just someone who wisely guarded his privacy.
And holy hell, from what I could see of him, he was hot.
He was on the leaner side, and no one maintained a physique like that without religious gym attendance. No six-pack or anything, but he was cut in such a way that made me want to ask if he’d volunteer to model for my life drawing class. Partly so I could stare at him, and partly because he was a gorgeous study in powerful musculature.
I moved from his pictures to his bio.
I’ve recently returned to Laurelsburg (spent a lot of time here while I was growing up), and am getting my toes wet in the dating and kink scenes. Personal and professional life is kind of in flux right now, so not looking for anything serious, long term, committed, etc. But definitely down with playing.
From his answers, he was gay, loved giving and receiving oral, was experienced with all kinds of whips and floggers, knew his way around caning, and enjoyed hot wax play. His hard limits included fluid play, asphyxiation, and giving or receiving anal. He was thirty-two, so nine years younger than me and fourteen younger than Aaron. An age gap, but probably one we could work with, especially since he was just a play partner. From the way he’d written his profile, he was articulate, and he sounded like he had his shit together enough to know that he didn’t have his shit together enough for anything long term.
And he was a submissive.
And a sadist.
Maybe he was our unicorn.
I gently nudged my husband. “Hey, Aaron?”
“Hmm?” He stirred on my shoulder and murmured sleepily, “Ordering food?”
“It’s on its way. But someone replied to our ad.”
He was instantly alert, and he lifted his head. “They did?”
I handed him the phone.
Brow furrowed, Aaron read the screen. Then he looked at me with wide eyes as he handed it back. “Whoa.”
“Right?” I put my phone on the nightstand. “What do you think?”
Aaron’s lips quirked, gaze fixed on the dormant phone. “Well, he just moved to town and