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at California. If I looked at her right now, I was in danger of losing my shit – right there in front of Max.
    “Nice job, man,” Max said, taking a good look at his new tattoo . “Come over and take a gander at this, Cali.”
    I heard her get up from the sofa and felt the heat coming off her body as she stood over us . I dared not look up; I didn’t think it would be possible to get any harder than I was right now, but I didn’t want to chance it.
    “Oh, Max,” California whispered in a hoarse voice, “that’s perfect.”
    I had successfully covered the ‘Tally’ tattoo with a picture of Max’s guitar. Despite my preoccupied mind, I’d managed to draw every detail as if it were a photograph. At least, that was what the top two-thirds of the picture looked like. The bottom of the guitar looked like melting liquid, with droplets of ink glimmering and separated from the base of the drawing. I’d created a 3D effect by using shadow around, and white inside, the deep black puddles. They looked real - like they were sitting on the surface of the skin - as if you could wipe the ink away with a cloth.
    “You certainly have outdone yourself with this one, Thatch. Thanks, man,” Max said clapping me on the back and getting up out of his chair. “Now I can’t decide,” he continued as he headed to the door, “whether to go rejoin the party or take a long hot shower. I’m feeling a little dirty after all the eye fucking that’s been going on in this room over the last hour and a half. For the sake of keeping my new tat away from water, I think I’ll head back to the party.” Max winked at us and left the room with a grin.
    Neither one of us moved for what felt like ten minutes . In reality, it could only have been a few seconds.
    The next thing I knew , California’s legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her hands clutching my hair, her lips fused to mine. Tongues wrestling, teeth clashing, mouths wide – it was violent, and desperate, and urgent, and passionate, and I just couldn’t get enough. Holding her up by her ass, the sharp points of her nipples pressed tight to my chest, I turned and carried her over to the sofa to sit down.
    As I lowered us slowly, she unhooked her legs and brought her knees down either side of my lap to straddle me . With my hands no longer needed to support her, I couldn’t seem to stop them from touching her – everywhere I could. The small of her back, her hips, her thighs – none of it was enough. I needed to touch more of her skin.
    As if she’d read my mind, California tugged my T-shirt over my head, momentarily separating our mouths .
    We stopped . Her mouth inches from mine, our eyes locked, both of us trying to catch our breath.
    We stayed like that, motionless and completely still, for at least a minute . Then, California began to slowly and sensually move her hips, rubbing herself up and along my rock-hard erection she could no doubt feel underneath her.
    It was all the go-ahead I needed . Grabbing the collar of her T-shirt, I ripped it in two, causing her to gasp as she continued her hip movements. Free of the T-shirt, my hands had access to the curve of her hips and the soft skin of her stomach.
    It still wasn’t enough.
    For either of us.
    With one hand , I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her in closer so I could run the flat of my tongue, starting from her cleavage all the way up to her chin, in one long, heavy lick. The other slipped under her bra to squeeze her breast, the peak instantly tightening against my palm.
    California ran her fingernails down my chest and abdomen until she reached my belt buckle . The chink of her undoing it suddenly sounded loud in the room and our upper halves separated, mouths open and panting; her midnight blue gaze locked onto mine.
    Without breaking eye contact, she slowly pulled the belt from my jeans; taking her time, it was the only movement between us. Once completely removed, she threw it behind her, hitting the