Page 9 of In Plain Sight

MrNiceGuy: no. only when I’m in the mood

Sinbin: and you’re in the mood tonight?

MrNiceGuy: I am

Sinbin: what are you in the mood for?

MrNiceGuy: a JOI with a hot guy

Sinbin: you think I’m hot?

MrNiceGuy: are your pictures you?

Sinbin: yes

MrNiceGuy: then yes, I think you’re hot

Sinbin: you’re hot too

MrNiceGuy: yeah?

Sinbin: yeah

MrNiceGuy: are you hard right now?

Sinbin: no. I was when I was looking at your pics and messaged you but my nerves made it go away

MrNiceGuy: do you want to fix that? Or do you want to chat for a bit longer?

Sinbin: fix it

Blowing out a breath, I leaned back against the couch. This was happening. I was about to get off with a guy in real time.

MrNiceGuy: do you want to stick to text or switch to voice? I can work with either

I paused. Text would keep it impersonal, but voice would be a better experience. Fuck it. If I was going to do this, then I was doing it right.

Sinbin: voice

The voice call option in the chat lit up. I tapped it, my nerves back in full force.

“Hi,” I said stupidly.

“Hi.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Are you still nervous?”

Even with the distortion, his voice was low and smooth and way too sexy. I’d heard horror stories about the filters making people sound like cartoon villains, but MrNiceGuy sounded like sex personified.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little.” He paused. “Are you okay to continue?”

His concern, and how he wasn’t just jumping into things and was making sure I was comfortable, helped soothe the last of my lingering nerves.

“Yes, I want this.”

“Where are you?” he asked in a sexy burr that had a slight rasp to it. If he sounded this good with the filters, what the hell did he sound like in real life?

“Home. In my living room.”

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