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Chapter Five
Peyton
I couldn’t believe what I was considering. Saying no to Nick Navarro, however, was something I was afraid I would never be able to do. His handsome looks, tattoos, and raw essence weakened me. His remarkable blue eyes may have been partially to blame, but certainly not wholly.
The adventurous and conservative portions of my being were at war, and the adventurous side was winning.
I quickly considered my risks:
Fucking someone I was interviewingfor work. I didn’t believe Navarro would tell my boss – or anyone for that matter. He didn’t seem like the type to brag.
Keeping my private life private after we had sex.He certainly wasn’t going to fall in love with me or stalk me, so my private life would be able to remain just that – private.
STD’s.There was the risk of sexually transmitted disease, but it could easily be dealt with by producing the two-year-old condom that was floating around in my purse.
I weighed the risks against the one clear benefit.
Sex with a tattooed biker.Being fucked by a bearded outlaw biker who was handsome, muscular, mature, covered in tattoos, and had a nice thick cock.
Ding, ding, ding.
We have a winner.
I reached for my purse. After digging through my wallet, I found the ancient condom. I handed it to him. “Here.”
He stared at the packet as if I had handed him a foreign object. “What the fuck is this?”
“A condom.”
He attempted to give it back to me. “I don’t wear condoms.”
I waved him off. “I won’t have sex without it.”
“It looks like it’s too fuckin’ small,” he complained. “I doubt I can even get it on. Let’s just fuck.”
“Remember. My pussy, my rules.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t even know how to operate one of these motherfuckers.”
“If you want this pussy, you’ll have to figure it out.”
He bit the edge of the package and tore it open. “I’m about out of the mood.”
“Shall we get back to the interview?”
“Just gimme a fuckin’ minute,” he growled.
I’d never spent a single moment second-guessing a choice I had made. Ever. I had always been proud of my ability to make split-second decisions and make them well. Even the serious ones were generally made quickly, and without any future remorse.
As I stood and watched Navarro fumble-fucking around with the condom, however, I couldn’t help but wonder if my decision to allow him to fuck me was a good one or not. It was a spur of the moment choice made as a result of extreme desire and overwhelming curiosity. Watching him look at the condom as if he were holding a ticking time bomb wasn’t very reassuring.
Or sexy.
Earlier, he said he was about out of the mood. I now shared his lack of desire.
He held the condom carefully in his left hand while he unbuckled his belt. After what appeared to be a very frustrated effort to push his jeans down to mid-thigh, he gripped his cock in his tattooed hand and began to stoke himself.
Watching him with his big dick clenched in his fist was a huge turn-on. After six or eight strokes, the massive shaft was rigid in his hand.
