Page 129 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

The anticipation gnawed at him, tightening his chest. Then, as if she sensed his growing tension, Allison finally looked up. The breath he hadn’t realized he was holding eased from his lungs. Her gaze, a serene pool of green, held no trace of the anger or frustration he feared.

“You’ve got something there,” she said, her voice light as she gestured to her own chin with the back of her fork.

He blinked, momentarily disoriented. “Huh?”

Allison giggled, shaking her head. Without warning, she leaned in and swiped her thumb across his chin, wiping away the stray sauce. Then, slowly, she brought the finger to her lips, locking eyes with him as she sucked it clean. A low hum escaped her throat. “Delicious,” she whispered.

Angelo’s body reacted instantly, heat coursing through him as he struggled to keep his composure. He was frozen, trapped in the charged moment, barely able to breathe. His mind raced, but his body remained still, every muscle tense, every nerve on fire.

That. Was. Hot.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble, like a hungry lion catching a glimpse of its prey. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Allison’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her hum sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight to his cock. “Who says I can’t finish?” she whispered, as her hand slipped under the table, fingers grazing his thigh before finding their target.

Oh.

His breath hitched. Not just a teasing touch—her hand was firmly stroking his painfully hard dick through his trousers, hidden from view in the secluded booth. No one around them would even notice f she got underneath the table to suck him off. He bit down hard on his lip to stifle a groan, forcing himself to stay calm, to stay still.

“What—shit—what are you doing, Allison?” His voice was strained, his control slipping with each stroke from this woman’s sinful hand.

She placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. “Shh,” she murmured. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we, darling?”

Angelo swallowed hard, gripping the smooth fabric of the booth beneath him as Allison’s fingers fumbled with his zipper. In a moment, she had tugged his underwear down and freed him from the tight confines of his pants.

It was torture.

The cool air of the restaurant hit his heated skin, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through him as his cock throbbed in her hand. She let a drop of spit fall onto the head, spreading it with a slow, deliberate motion. A satisfied hum left her lips.

“Fuck. You’re killing me, sweet girl,” he rasped, cursing his decision to bring her out in public. He couldn’t ravish her the way he craved.

Or maybe I can.

The thought came suddenly, electrifying his mind. His gaze swept across the restaurant, taking stock of the other diners. No one was paying attention. He groaned as Allison’s grip tightened, pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

He had to act now or he risked cumming all over the red-and-white plaid tablecloth.

“Get on my lap.”

Allison froze, her hand stilling on him. Her breath hitched, eyes darting to his. “What?” she whispered.

Angelo gently removed her hand from his aching cock, his voice a low command. “Get on my fucking lap, right now.”

Her eyes widened, the confidence she’d displayed moments ago faltering as she glanced nervously around the restaurant.“We’ll be seen,” she whispered, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

“If you don’t climb on my cock in the next five seconds,” he growled, “I’ll make sureeveryonein this restaurant sees.”

She whimpered softly, her hesitation sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through him. His cock pulsed painfully, the tension between them mounting as her gaze flickered around the room once more. Impatient, Angelo grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. There was fear there, but also something darker, something hungry.

“Ride me, pet,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

Allison hesitated, then shifted in his direction, her mind clearly racing. He could see her problem-solving expression—the one he adored—as she tried to figure out how to straddle him without drawing attention. The sight almost undid him.

The next time she makes that face, hethought hungrily, I’m going to fuck her mouth.

“Do you—”

“Shhh! I’m thinking,” she said breathlessly, her focus half on him, half on the logistics of the situation.

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