Top Secret Read online Elle Kennedy

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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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So afterward, I needed a minute to cool off and get my head around the whole experience. Hell, I still do.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and open the app. Sure enough, there’s a message waiting in my inbox. I don’t get notifications from Kink—it’d be way too awkward for those to pop up when I’m with the guys—so I’m not sure how long the message has been sitting there.

A quick check of the timestamp brings some relief. He sent it only fifteen minutes ago.

SinnerThree: Please tell me the orgasm didn’t kill ya. I mean, I’ve been told my mouth is dangerous, but never thought it was deadly.

I cringe. Hey, sorry, I type.

SinnerThree: He’s alive!

LobsterShorts: I’m alive! Didn’t mean to leave you hanging. Had to go for dinner, then I was dealing with a couple things, talking to GF, etc etc.

SinnerThree: I thought maybe I scared you off.

I hesitate. Do I tell him the truth? I suppose it’s only fair.

LobsterShorts: I scared myself, maybe.

There’s a brief delay, followed by: Because…you were bowled over by the power of my hotness? Did you come?

Heat travels up my spine. Got right down to it, didn’t he? Granted, why shouldn’t he? We’re conversing on an app called Kink, for Pete’s sake.

LobsterShorts: What do you think? Of course I did.

SinnerThree: And?

LobsterShorts: And what?

SinnerThree: How was it? Life-changing?

How was it? I can’t even begin to answer that. It was hot, definitely. I enjoyed it, obviously. But if you ask me how I feel about any of that…I’m still unsure. And even though he’s joking, I don’t want it to be life-changing. The point is to have some fun without changing my life.

LobsterShorts: It was hot.

SinnerThree: It would be even hotter in person.

I have a feeling he might be right. And I’m not sure how I feel about that, either. So I don’t answer right away. And yet, somehow, this guy manages to read my mind, even via an app chat.

SinnerThree: You think so, too.

I take a breath, then carefully type, Yeah, I think it could be hotter in person.

SinnerThree: And? You think you want to go there?

I hesitate for a second. Fuck. I guess…here goes nothing.

LobsterShorts: I think…yeah. I do.

Before he can respond, I quickly add another sentence.

LobsterShorts: I think my gf will be really into watching.

Almost instantly, confusion ripples through me. I’ve confused myself by bringing up Annika. But the fact that I didn’t think about her once during that sexting sesh still doesn’t sit right with me.

SinnerThree: Tell me about her.

Now I’m wary. What do you mean? I ask. What do you want to know exactly?

SinnerThree: Relax, dude. I’m not asking for her name or social security number. Tell me what she likes in bed. How she likes to be touched, fucked… Or tell me more about lobster sex, if you want. I’m not picky about sex talk as long as someone’s fucking.

I laugh softly. This guy’s funny, I’ll give him that.

LobsterShorts: I’m fresh out of lobster sex facts atm. BUT…lemme tell you about sea slugs.

SinnerThree: Omg yes. I can’t wait for this. Hold on. Let me undo my pants.

This time I snort out loud. I know he’s kidding, and I play along. Actually, I’ll do that, too. Having both our dicks out for this fun fact is so fitting.

SinnerThree: Dick’s out. All right. Slug sex. Now, baby.

LobsterShorts: OK—you ready for this?

SinnerThree: Hit me. Blow my mind.

LobsterShorts: Sea slugs have penis fights.

Dead air follows my revelation.

I see the three dots appear to indicate he’s typing. Then they disappear. Reappear. Disappear.

Finally, a message pops up.

SinnerThree: I don’t even know what to say to that. I guess… Why?? How?? Why???

I can’t stop chuckling to myself as I type out a response. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Like two swords clanging against each other.

SinnerThree: CLANGING? Are their penises made of metal??

LobsterShorts: No lmao. OK, bad analogy. Basically, they fence with their cocks. The contest determines who’s the top and who’s the bottom.

SinnerThree: OMFG. For real?

LobsterShorts: I swear. Look up “flatworm penis fencing.” I’ll wait.

And people wonder why I study animal behavior. It’s endlessly fascinating.

There’s another long delay before he says something. I hope he’s staring at a photo of sea slug penises right now.

SinnerThree: You are a fun date, Lobsterman.

LobsterShorts: I don’t like to brag, but...

SinnerThree: I was about to suggest we should do that when we finally meet. To decide which one of us gets fucked, but there’s no point.

My pulse quickens immediately. This topic shouldn’t be half as interesting to me as it is right now.

LobsterShorts: Why’s that?

SinnerThree: Because my cock would be in your ass. The end.

I gulp, realizing I don’t actually hate this idea. Try anything once, right? For science.

LobsterShorts: Uh-huh, is that how it is? You call all the shots?

SinnerThree: Most of the shots, yeah.

Lobster Shorts: And what if I’m not into that?



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