Page 131 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

Angelo held her close, savoring the aftermath, the way she felt with his seed buried inside her. She was his, in every way that mattered, and nothing in the world felt more perfect than that.

They made it back home forty minutes later, still buzzing from their escape.

It had taken them a good ten minutes just to figure out how to leave the restaurant without, well, leaving behind any evidence of their little booth adventure. After a few minutes of Allison trying to think through logistics—and Angelo almost getting hard again just watching her think—they decided the safest option was a quick exit. Angelo requested the check, left a generous tip (partly out of guilt for the poor cleanup crew), and they slipped out without drawing any attention.

Luckily, nothing had dripped between Allison’s thighs, and his dark pants hid any trace of her arousal. They burst into giggles on the way home, the absurdity of what they’d just done sinking in. They’d actually had sex in a crowded restaurant, in broaddaylight, and no one had noticed. The thrill of it was still heating Angelo up.

“Did youmakethe fucking food?” Katerina’s voice rang out the moment they walked through the door, her annoyance unmistakable.

Perfect. Just what I needed.

Angelo rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him. “What now,mikrí?”

Her eyes flared. “Are you kidding me? You’ve been gone for three hours! That’s not lunch, it’s a damn holiday!”

“Oh, relax,” he muttered, noticing the way Allison’s eyes widened.

“Johnny!” Allison suddenly exclaimed, her hands flying up as she spotted her eldest brother lounging on the couch behind Katerina.

Crap, crap, crap!

Angelo recovered quickly, offering a smile. “Johnathan! We weren’t expecting you.”

Translation:Why the hell are you here?

He noticed Katerina giving him a look—one that screamed help but he wasn’t about to jump in the middle of whatever was going on here. He just took a seat at the far end of the couch, putting as much space between himself and Johnathan as possible.

“Clearly,” Johnathan said dryly, his voice lazy as he leaned back, completely at ease.

Allison, ever the peacemaker, chuckled and hurried over to give her brother a hug. “I missed you, Johnny.”

Johnathan sighed but hugged her back. “How many times do I have to tell you, Ali? Don’t call me that.”

Angelo smirked. “My sister does the same thing, John.”

“Hey, leave me out of this!” Katerina called from the kitchen, her voice echoing through the open space.

Johnathan’s brow furrowed as he glanced between Katerina and Angelo. “Wait—she’s your sister?”

Angelo burst out laughing, enjoying his confusion. “Uh, yeah. Why else do you think she’s here in the middle of the day?” He couldn’t stop snickering at Johnathan’s slow realization.

Johnathan cursed under his breath, shaking his head. Angelo’s laughter only grew, and soon Allison joined in, her head thrown back, eyes sparkling, clutching her stomach. Even amidst the chaos, she looked beautiful.

Katerina reappeared, looking flustered as she glanced around. “What’s going on?” When she realized it was just laughter, she rolled her eyes and muttered, “You’re all crazy.”

Johnathan’s gaze shifted to Katerina, lingering on her a beat too long. Katerina noticed and, predictably, didn’t let it slide.

“What are you staring at?” she snapped, her tone sharper than necessary.

Johnathan blinked, caught off guard. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Katerina shot back, her eyes narrowing as she took a step toward him.

Johnathan’s expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Should I be looking at something?”

Katerina crossed her arms, lips twitching into a sarcastic smile. “Only if you’re looking for trouble.”

Angelo sighed internally, cursing his sister’s flirtatious ways.

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