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Though that last point feels less certain when GentleGiant still doesn’t respond.

“You liked my dress, right?” I prompt, tracing the neckline with a finger to skim across the swell of mybreasts. “I think you might love what I have on underneath it even more. Do you want to see?” I push one strap off my shoulder, looking up through my lashes at the camera.

“You don’t have to do that.” His deep, gravely voice startles me.

Well, hello there.A tingle of excitement washes over me.

Damn, that was not at all what I was expecting after months of talking to him via the chat. He soundssexy.

I widen my smile, pleased I finally got a reaction and intrigued about why he wouldn’t want me to take off my clothes. “Ah, so he speaks! It’s a pleasure to finally hear your voice, Giant. Do want me to call you that, or is there another name you’d prefer?”

“Oh, um, I… You can call me Ren. If you’d like. Giant is also fine.”

There’s a pleased flutter inside me at how nervous he sounds, despite how rumbling his voice is. The combination is incredibly intriguing.

I wonder if Ren is his real name. I wonder what he looks like to have a voice like that. I assume he’s a big guy if he uses the name GentleGiant, and that makes me wish he’d turn on his camera. Big and sweet is exactly my type.

Not that I’m looking. I’ve given up on finding someone for the time being because when people find out what I do for a living, they suddenly become veryinterested in fucking me but allergic to anything serious.

“So what inspired you to have this private with me, Ren?” I ask gently. “If not the desire to find out what’s under my pretty dress.” I bite my lower lip, turning up my own playful, somewhat shy vibes to see if that will draw him out more. “I know I don’thaveto take it off, but I’d like to show you.”

“Oh! Well, uh, if you want to, I’d, um, I’d really like to see. I just didn’t want you to get cold.”

That pulls a laugh out of me. “You’re too sweet, Ren. I really appreciate you worrying about me, but it’s nice and toasty in here. Besides, talking to you, and thinking about showing you more, is making me hot.”

“You’re just saying that, right?” he asks, confusion clear in his tone.

My smile flickers. Crap, is he one ofthoseguys? The ones that seem polite but then end up berating you because you’re “fake” or a liar, even though we both fucking know how that’s the reality of how camming works.

“What do you mean?” I ask, attempting to keep my tone even.

“Shit, I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything!” Ren’s voice pitches a little higher as he explains. “It’s just that my friends say I can be kinda clueless and take things too literally sometimes… and you’re so pretty and kind so it’s very easy for my brain to convince me that you’re actually turned on from talking to me, when I know logically it’s an act. I like that you’re so good at pretending! Gods, I don’t even know what I’m saying. I should go. Leave you alone.”

“Whoa, whoa!” I shake my head, shocked by how much came pouring out of the previously quiet guy on the other side of the screen. “Don’t go! You’re totally fine, Ren. It’s normal to feel that way. I promise it doesn’t bother me at all and I’m still happy to have you here with me. I mean that as me, not my persona, Tiffany.”

I know I shouldn’t actively break the illusion of my Tiffany character, but I don’t want him to run away because this is the most interesting private I’ve had in ages, and he asked for clarity.

“Are you sure? I’m really fucking this up,” he says, sounding self-chastising and defeated.

It makes me surprisingly sad. I shouldn’t give a shit about this random dude on the internet, but I have such a soft spot for men who share their vulnerabilities instead of trying to seem tough. And after months of interacting with Ren, I’ve developed a bit of a crush, despite my best efforts to keep a professional distance. He’s just so nice to talk to, like a breath of fresh air any time he shows up in my chat.

“Absolutely. We’re only human, and that means trying to get by in a world that can be really lonely and tough. Why don’t we both be honest with each othergoing forward? I’ll only tell you what I’m truly feeling and you don’t hide what you want from this.”

“Y-yeah. Only human.” There’s a heavy exhale from his end. “Okay. If you’re comfortable with that, I’d really appreciate it. I’m also fine if you want to take my tokens and end the private,” he adds with a weak chuckle.

“Do you want to leave?” I ask, brow furrowing. I’ve never had a dude so eager to stop a private and he spent almost $300 on this, but maybe I’m reading things wrong.

“No! It’s just, I’m, uh, well, the thing is… I wasn’t expecting to do this. It was an accident. My cat was being a total weirdo and messed with my keyboard, and she must’ve hit the private request.”

I try my best to hide my skeptical reaction, but end up laughing. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that one.”

“It’s true! I’m not saying this because I want my tokens back or anything, because even this brief time talking to you is totally worth it. But I wasn’t ready. That’s why I’m acting so weird. Or at least, one reason why. Can’t really blame my entire personality on that.” He chuckles nervously again and the rumbling sound makes heat spark in my core.

“You have a really sexy laugh,” I admit. We agreed to honesty and I want to hear more of it.

I’m rewarded by another, even more sonorous laugh. “I thought you said you’d only tell me the truth about how you’re feeling.”

“I did,” I say with a grin.