[Like a one-two motion, Tess is letting go of the table, bringing her arms up so she can lace fingers against the back of his neck. Teasing the ends of his hair, she lets out a slow breath when he gets her close, head shaking.]
You got me where you want me, Tex. [Now the question of if she'll be behave is in the mix, not that she's promising much. Legs wrapping around his waist, Tess leans up to bite at his chin.]
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You got me where you want me, Tex. [Now the question of if she'll be behave is in the mix, not that she's promising much. Legs wrapping around his waist, Tess leans up to bite at his chin.]
Sure you can handle it?