“Yes.”
Neither of them moved. They both panted.
He didn’t want to give her up. His cell phone rang incessantly in his pocket. “I’ll lead,” he said.
After opening the car door, he stepped out, making sure to button his jacket and smooth it out to hide the outline of his erection. He wasn’t a fucking schoolboy, but she made him lose control.
Once at her side of the door, he held the door open and presented his hand for her to take, which she did with a smile at him.
They had practiced this in the basement a few times. Alex had to get used to looking at him, and the first couple of times they tried it, her face was always bright red.
Staring at her now, he saw the fullness of her lips, and she looked so beautiful. The gown he’d ordered accentuated her curves. It wasn’t drab or dull. The color was a shocking red, a sign of passion. The neckline curved around her tits, pushing them together and showcasing the fullness of them. The gown tapered in at her waist, flared out over her hips, and of course, there was a gorgeous slit in the side. When she walked, it teased at her juicy thick thighs.
Her body was beautiful, and even now, dressed, he wanted to see her naked again. In fact, Roman wanted the time to explore her beautiful body. To get to know every single part of her and to learn what made her ache, what made her pussy soaked.
There would be time for that.
Roman was determined to be patient. To go at Alex’s pace. This was completely unheard of. If the capos beneath his father knew he hadn’t bedded his virgin wife, and hadn’t taken her regularly, they’d consider him weak. He’d be a laughingstock of the Greco line. His father might even disown him if the news ever got out.
With Alex’s lips so red and swollen, they shouldn’t suspect a thing. By the end of the night, he planned on everyone believing he was infatuated with his wife and couldn’t keep his hands off her, which was entirely true.
The doors were opened and he nodded at several of the soldiers. The moment they entered the main house, several people were already lingering, including Antonio, who came toward him.
He placed his back toward Alex so that he could whisper to him. “Denise, Scarlett, and Charlotte are all here, Roman.”
Gritting his teeth, he forced a smile to his lips so no one would suspect anything. “How the fuck did they get an invite?”
“I have no idea, and they’re not talking, but they don’t look good, Roman. Keep her to yourself.”
Antonio stepped away. “Alex, we meet again.”
He held her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“A pleasure, Mr. Testa,” Alex said.
Antonio winked at her.
“It’s a full house,” Antonio said.
“Then let’s not fuck this up,” Roman said.
Instead of holding her hand, he let her go and wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her by his side.
Alex glanced up at him with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. How had he not seen this before?
They headed into the main hall, and he saw his father had gone all out in the decorations. Three large, crystal chandeliers welcomed them, all of them aglow. Pieces of priceless art hung on the walls. A classical band played on the main stage, and he clocked a mic as well, which suggested there would be a performer later.
Keeping Alex to his side, he was aware of the stares coming their way. He didn’t look or observe them, at least not openly. Glancing through the room, he spotted Marlo and Cash doing the rounds, watching.
Alex patted his chest, and he leaned down as she was a little shorter. “What are we supposed to be doing?”
“Just mingling, enjoying ourselves. The usual,” he said.
“Ah, I get it.”
“I want you to laugh as if I had just made a funny joke.”
She gave a soft giggle as he pulled away, and to help along with the charade, which was no longer the case for him, he gripped the back of her neck and locked their lips together.