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  She wanted to refuse and was about to, but they continued with their list of homework.

  “Wherever possible, you touch. I don’t care where it is, but you touch each other,” Marlo said.

  “And you have to kiss,” Cash said. “That’s nonnegotiable. In fact, as your teachers, I say you are going to do that now!”

  Alex jerked toward Roman, a little taken aback. “You cannot order us to kiss.”

  “Be grateful we haven’t ordered you to fuck,” Antonio said.

  “Line!” Roman yelled.

  Antonio held his hands up. “We’re trying to help you two, remember? We all know what the parasites are like. We don’t want ugly-ass rumors to spread.”

  Alex could only imagine what it was like. She turned to Roman, and instead of waiting for him to make the first move, she grabbed his face and pulled him close.

  Slamming her lips down on his, she kissed him.

  Her experience in his department was limited to the few kisses she and Roman had shared.

  At first, it was just proving a point of being able to kiss Roman in front of these men. Then his hands moved to the base of her back, and slowly, they started to travel up, to sink into her hair. She liked his touch. The feel of his hands on her, and she didn’t want him to stop.

  She pulled away, a little taken aback.

  Roman’s gaze captured hers, and without another instruction, he cupped her face and pulled her back for another kiss. His lips were highly addictive.

  In the distance, she heard someone clear their throat, but she was enjoying the kiss a little too much.

  Roman once again traced across her lips, and this time, she was prepared for it so that when she opened her mouth, and he plundered inside, it didn’t take her by surprise. Stroking her tongue against his, she tasted the hint of coffee.

  All too soon, the kiss came to an end, and she immediately stood, hating that they had an audience.

  “This is the end of the lesson?” Alex asked.

  “Same time, tomorrow.”

  Without a backward glance, Alex moved to the stairs and ran up them, not stopping until she rushed through the house and went to her bedroom.

  One glance at the large bed, and she knew Roman would be joining her.

  She had already changed and wore her pajamas. As if on cue, Roman followed into the room behind her.

  “Do you have a preference for what side of the bed you like?” she asked.

  Back at her father’s home, she’d avoided sleeping in the same bed as him, but it would seem she wasn’t going to be that lucky this time.

  “Either side. I don’t care.”

  Alex nodded and took the side nearest the door. Pushing the blankets back, she slid inside and felt a little nervous.

  Roman cleared his throat. She kept her eyes closed as she imagined him removing his clothes, preparing to climb into bed.

  When the bed moved, she couldn’t help but tense up. This was going to be an awful night’s sleep.

  Neither of them spoke.

  Alex opened her eyes and stared across the room, not that she could make much of anything out. It was dark.

  “I’m sorry about the guys,” Roman said.

  “They’re trying to help.”

  “Can I at least look at you?”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him no but decided there was no point in being difficult at this time. They were both in the same bag here.

  She rolled over. It was still dark, but she could make him out as he was close.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine. You?”

  “You don’t have to lie to me.”

  “I’ve never shared a bed with anyone,” she said. “At least I haven’t been forced to.”

  He laughed.

  She noticed he didn’t have the same problem. They were two different people.

  “Have you ever fallen in love?” Alex asked.

  “No.”

  “What about the women you were with before?”

  “Alex, I didn’t live like a saint. There were women before you, but since we’ve been together, there hasn’t been another woman. We’re supposed to be getting closer, and I don’t want to make this difficult by dwelling on what happened before.”

  She nodded. “Right, of course.”

  Roman touched her cheek. “They didn’t matter. I wouldn’t care if they lived or died, but with you, I care. It matters to me.”

  ****

  “Do you think Roman even realizes he is in love with his wife?” Antonio asked, sipping the beer he’d snuck into the house.

  He’d been able to have his day out, and he’d enjoyed the pleasure of three women. Being around kids, he’d needed to feel like a man, and well, three women sucking at his dick and doing nothing but pleasuring him had been welcome. Back here, surrounded by kids, he missed the chaos of the regular dealings of the Greco name.

  “No,” Marlo said.

  “And he’s fucking stubborn about it,” Cash said.

  “At least he’s stopped us from trying to win her over,” Antonio said. “I don’t think Alex is like that though.”

  “Agreed.” Marlo pointed his bottle toward him. “She always seems nervous around us, but not because we’re a temptation to her.”

  “Roman’s not used to being near an innocent woman. Look at the women before her. Especially Denise.” Cash sipped at his beer.

  “I like her,” Antonio said.

  “Denise?” Marlo and Cash asked at the same time.

  “God, no, that woman is a fucking vulture. No, I’m talking about Alex. She isn’t afraid of Roman. He can’t just walk all over her. She has a fire inside her. I think she’s his match, but he’s too damn stubborn to realize it.” Antonio shook his head. “We’ve got to help bring them together. Roman will be a lot happier if he’s in love.”

  “We don’t know that,” Marlo said.

  “Look at how he is here.”

  “This is fucking nightmare central,” Cash said.

  “So many fucking kids,” Marlo said.

  “And yet, look at Roman. I saw him smile at a kid. He loves them, guys. You’ve seen it. I know you have. Alex is good for him. They’re good for each other, and we have a duty as his friend to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up.” Antonio had been by Roman’s side for as long as he could remember. They were as close as brothers. All of them. He knew the kind of shit Roman had to put up with. The intense training, the lack of love, and even the modicum of comfort. Lucas Greco needed a strong son, and to do that, he did what he thought was best.

  Roman was a monster. He was cruel and fair, and he did what he had to do. But it had come with a cost.

  Little by little, Antonio had watched his friend slowly disappear. Only with Alex had he seen the old Roman, the one who enjoyed life, who took his responsibility but also knew how to have fun. He was starting to come back, and if it meant he had to push Alex and Roman together, then he was going to do it. What he needed to do was make sure Roman didn’t fuck it up.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Put your hand on her waist,” Antonio said.

  Roman placed his hand on Alex’s waist, and she immediately tensed up.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Alex let go of him and stepped back.

  “It’s fine. We can go again. I’ll keep touching you until we get this right.”

  Her face was bright red, and she turned toward him, putting her hands back on his shoulders.

  He touched her waist, and she twinged.

  “I’m not used to dancing.”

  Roman knew what she was really saying. She wasn’t used to being held by a man. Once again proving her innocence and making him feel like an utter bastard.

  “You know what,” Marlo said, “we need to bring some music in to play.” He turned the stereo on, and a dance number started to play. He clicked his fingers and began to swing his hips. “And you just have to let the music come to you.”

  “I don’t dance,
” Alex said.

  “Come on, Roman,” Cash said. “You know how to dance.”

  “The glare! Bad point to Roman.”

  A chart was hung on the board, and each time he glared, he was struck with a bad point. If Alex rolled her eyes, she got a point as well. So far, he was the one with the bad points as he kept on glaring. Alex had a few eye-roll moments, but not enough.

  She stood there, stepping from side to side, and her hands were so tense by her side. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  Roman laughed, and then he started to dance, feeling the beat of the music as he swung his hips. “You have to relax. Here, let me show you.” He took hold of her hands and spun her around so that her back was to him. “Close your eyes.”

  Alex shut her eyes, and he moved her so that her ass was nestled against his hips. He had to grit his teeth and concentrate as he felt the warm heat against his dick. That morning, their first sleeping together in a bed, he’d woken with Alex snuggled against his chest. He had his arms wrapped around her, her face was on his chest, and her leg was nestled between his.

  He’d never slept against a woman before. Alex was his first.

  When she told him last night, he’d wanted to admit the truth to her, but he also didn’t want to … he didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he’d kept the truth from her.

  He’d fucked plenty of women, but he never wanted to give them the impression that he wanted more from them. Roman always left.

  Alex was the first woman he’d slept with, all night long. The first woman who’d ever snuggled up against him. And he’d fucking loved it.

  Placing his hands on her hips, he started to sway her body. She was tense to start with, but the music loosened her up, and he had no choice but to put a little space between them because he was getting harder by the second.

  Alex was his wife. He should already be fucking her, and yet, he hadn’t crossed that line with her, not yet. He wanted to, so badly.

  It had been a long time since he’d taken care of his needs.

  The music suddenly stopped, and Marlo, Cash, and Antonio looked pretty happy with themselves.

  “Alex didn’t tense one, and you’ve got your hands on her waist,” Antonio said.

  The moment they pointed it out, she tensed up and stepped away from him.

  “I think we can leave it here for tonight,” Marlo said.

  “Not yet, kiss,” Cash said.

  Roman wanted to hit them all hard, but instead, he pulled Alex against him and kissed her lips. She softened against him instantly.

  His dick wasn’t softening though. He needed to go and take care of that.

  “Homework,” Antonio said. “I want you to look at each other without your clothes on.”

  “What?” Alex asked as Roman glared.

  “Another point.”

  “What the hell, Antonio?” Roman asked.

  Another strike was put by his name, and then Marlo and Cash both put a point next to his name, but that wasn’t fair. The glare hadn’t stopped.

  “Now I think you’re being unfair,” Alex said.

  “You’re still glaring!”

  “What do you expect?” Alex asked. “You’re asking us to get naked with each other!”

  Antonio sighed and looked toward Marlo and Cash. “I should explain everything, shouldn’t I?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You are husband and wife. I was there to witness the tradition of the bloody sheets, yet we all know that you two have not slept together. I bet even strangers would put a bet on whether you guys have fucked or not. You’re going into enemy territory, keeping her injury a secret. You need to look like you’ve been so loved up, and you’re training for that. Staring at each other naked, that’s what couples do. You need to be comfortable with each other with your clothes fucking on, and you can’t even touch each other unless there is a distraction of music. We’re on a countdown. You’re married. Act like it.”

  This time, Antonio was the first one to walk away.

  Roman looked at Marlo and Cash, and they shrugged but followed Antonio out of the basement.

  “Is it me, or did he sound … right?”

  “He sounded right,” Roman said.

  “I’m starting to hate this basement.”

  “You and me both.” He couldn’t be naked in front of her, not with his hard dick. He had to take care of that first.

  “I’m going to head upstairs,” Alex said.

  “I’m coming.”

  This was different from last night. They didn’t have to do their homework, but Antonio was right, like always. Why did he have to be right?

  Closing the basement door, Roman tried not to look at her curvy ass, but with the way it swayed in front of his face, he wanted to grab her, to press his face against the lush curves. They made it into the bedroom, and as soon as he closed the door, he made his excuses and escaped into the bathroom.

  Roman didn’t linger. He immediately removed his clothes, being careful as he lowered the zipper across his dick. The moment he was free, he released a sigh of relief and stepped into the shower.

  The sudden cold blast of water was supposed to help calm his arousal, but his cock was still rock hard. He stayed under the water, waiting for it to heat up, and in the process, to cool the fire in his blood, but nothing helped.

  Wrapping his fingers around his hard length, he groaned as in his mind, Alex flashed. Her beautiful smile that he’d seen on her face so much since she’d been here. Within seconds, he thought of her completely naked and pressed all against him. He imagined her whispering the sweet words, ordering him to fuck her, to take her.

  Roman wanted to feel her body and touch her. In the last few weeks, that was all he’d been thinking about. To have her body pressed against his and to be free to touch her whenever he wanted, without fear of her being scared of his touch.

  His balls started to tighten, and he felt the stirrings of his orgasm. It had been a long time since he’d taken care of matters with his own hand, but as he came, he gritted his teeth, trying to hide the grunt of his release.

  Keeping his eyes closed, he allowed his sanity to return, and the moment it did, he finished washing his body, ran some shampoo through his hair, and then turned the water off before stepping out.

  He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body.

  One glance in the mirror, and he saw he looked a little flushed, but that could easily be explained by his shower.

  He moved into the main room and saw Alex sitting on the edge of the bed.

  Roman paused.

  She wore a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top a couple of sizes too big for her.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “It’s a tiny stupid thing, but I’ve never, I mean, it’s, ugh … I’ve never failed on homework before.” She turned away from him and lifted her hands toward her face. “I know this is stupid, and your friends are not exactly teachers, but what if they’re right? It sounds so stupid, but what if they are right?”

  “Alex, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Antonio was just, in all honesty, I don’t know what he was doing, but you don’t have to get naked for me.” He wanted her to, and he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t all over this opportunity.

  “Do you not want to see me naked? I could totally understand that.”

  “I’ve already got over a dozen marks for glaring. I’m not going to lose more points for being blamed for not doing homework.”

  “You just said it didn’t matter. They’re not teachers.”

  “But we are married,” he said.

  “So? A lot of couples have absolutely nothing to do with each other.”

  “Do you want that?” he asked.

  “I’m happy to live like it if I have to.”

  “That doesn’t answer the question.”

  Alex had turned toward him, and she groaned. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been given homework like this bef
ore, and to be honest, I would normally tell my dad.”

  Roman released the knot on his towel and let it fall to the floor.

  There he was, completely naked for her to see. The Greco emblem on his chest, just above his heart. He had a couple of pieces of ink as well, some on his arms, a few on his back. Mindless pieces that had caught his eyes.

  “Does this answer your question?” he asked.

  She hadn’t covered her eyes.

  “Now, I’ll get the A star and you’ll get the F.”

  “Hey! That’s not fair.”

  He put his hands on his hips. Never in all of his life had he been in a situation like this. Being tutored by his friends to appear closer to his wife. Waiting for her to get naked and also anticipating it.

  Roman wanted to see her completely naked for his gaze.

  Alex gripped the waistband of her shorts and shoved them down his thighs. Next, she grabbed the top and eased it off her head. Then, she stood before him, bare, proud, and fucking stunning.

  Only, she covered her body or at least attempted to with her hands.

  “You don’t have to hide from me.”

  “I’ve never … this is the first time… I’ve never been naked, okay?”

  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Far from it.

  Alex was … she was curvy in all the right places. She had nice juicy thighs, thick, like he could grab hold of them as they were wrapped around his waist as he pounded inside her. He wanted to feel them. She possessed full hips, nicely rounded, as was her stomach, a slightly small waist, and large tits.

  Her body looked soft and fuckable, and he wanted to take her. Even though he’d taken care of his dick a few minutes ago, he wanted her again, really badly.

  ****

  “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked.

  Alex’s face couldn’t get any redder. She couldn’t believe he’d ask her that.

  “Seriously? I’m standing here naked and that is what you’re focusing on.”

  “I assumed you lied.”

  “I told you the truth,” she said.

  “I still thought you lied.”

  “Do you have a hard time trusting people?” she asked.

  “Alex, I’m used to people lying to me. They always do to get what they want. I’m always assuming people are lying to me.”