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coffee table with a loud clang.
    It may as well have been a starting pistol, as the second it hit, our lips were fused once again, the level of desire and desperation definitely kicked up to a level of intensity I’d never experienced before.
    Using her knees to support herself, she raised herself up as she undid my button-fly, which allowed me to lift my lower body so she could pull down my jeans and boxer briefs. At the same time, a hand on each of her hips, I tugged her panties down. She scooted them off by balancing on one knee and then the other.
    She lowered herself back down onto my lap and her warm, wet, naked flesh touched mine for the first time.
    It took every effort I possessed not to come right then and there. I closed my eyes, trying to regain some small modicum of control.
    Grabbing tightly to my hair with one hand, she tilted my head back and licked along the edge of my jaw, nipping and biting until her lips closed over mine again. She tasted of a delicious blend of cognac, caramel, and cream, and I completely devoured her. Nothing existed for me right at that moment except for that kiss. We wrenched our mouths apart, only when it became clear it was breathe or die.
    My chest heaving, trying to fill my lungs with air again, I watched as she leaned back and opened the drawer to the coffee table . It was filled with condoms. Thank God for rock stars and their wanton ways.
    Apparently , they’re not the only ones.
    California handed one to me and I quickly ripped it open using my teeth. She watched as I slid it over my length while she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground.
    I’d thought her exquisite when I’d first seen her . The word was not enough to justify how she looked now that she was hyper-aroused and sitting naked in my lap. I couldn’t stop the low groan that came from the back of my throat as I ran my gaze along the length of her exposed body.
    She grabbed my throat, her palm over my Adam’s apple, to hold my head still. Her other hand took hold of my now-sheathed member. She brought her face in close, our lips just brushing, her eyes looking straight into mine. Then, very slowly, she lowered herself down, giving a small gasp when she’d enveloped me completely.
    We both stilled, each of us holding our breath as her body adjusted to having me so deep inside her.
     
    Cali
    How we’d arrived at this state – me on his lap, him thick, hot, and hard inside me – was a haze. A beautiful, delicious, wonderful, incredible haze. I’d never acted like this before.
    I’d never taken control during sex but , then again, I’d never been overly interested in the men I slept with. There was always more in it for them. I was California Huntington, for fuck’s sake. My father was a millionaire actor. His money and fame, and my connection to him, was more than enough incentive to motivate someone to become ‘attracted’ to me. My past sexual partners, encouraged by Lake, had always taken the lead and had definitely been more into it than I ever had. Hell, I was so out of it on those occasions, I could barely remember who did what to whom.
    I was more concerned with making sure they didn’t see too much of me naked . Nothing puts a damper on sex like a flabby ass or thigh cellulite.
    At least that’s what Lake often told me.
    The way Thatch was looking at me now… I’d never been looked at like that before. The lust in his eyes when he’d slowly slid them down my body was not something that could be faked. At least, I didn’t think so.
    I began to slowly rotate my hips, our mouths so close, I inhaled his gasp.
    “ My pussy tastes like Pepsi-Cola,” I whispered against his lips.
    In the hour and a half we’d been in this room the playlist had come full circle and was back on the Lana Del Rey album that was playing when he first saw me.
    “ Your eyes are wide like cherry pies,” Thatch whispered back in a low voice, quoting the next line in the song.
    I