Execution (Off Balance 2)

Kova leaned his hips back on his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. My eyes drifted to his pectorals straining against his shirt. The man was built solid under clothes. Suntanned and strong. I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping lower to take in the rest of his delicious body.

"Ria?" he shouted my name.

My eyes snapped up. "What?"

"I asked you a question."

He had? "What question?"

"When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

I gaped at the boldness of his invasive question. Full on jaw hanging to the floor, eyes as big as a full moon, heat so hot it flushed my cheeks, and my ears burned like they were on fire.

"I know you didn't just ask me that question." He grinned. "God! You are so abrasive. What is wrong with you?"

"I just call it like I see it. You are wound tight and overworked, have been for weeks now. Then you come in here like you took a hit of crack. You look like you could use the release."

My brows shot to my forehead. I had no idea what that even looked like.

"And so that gives you the right to ask when was the last time I came?" My voice rose, baffled he would ask me such a personal question. "I have a lot on my mind. Not everything can be resolved through sex, you know."

His eyes gleamed.

"I'm not answering you."

Kova's mouth twitched and the lopsided grin he awarded me with hit deep inside. "You did not have to."

"A while. Okay?" I caved. "It's not like I have a slew of boyfriends at my door waiting for me to call on them." Not that I would ever do something like that.

His entire face shifted from playful and flirty to brooding and dark. "You better not."

I rolled my eyes.

"How long?" he pushed.

I swallowed and felt my cheeks flush once more. No way would I admit to getting myself off to the thought of him last month. "Since the last time we were in here… When Hayden caught us."

The smirk that pulled at his whole face warmed my body. I knew every inch of my coach in ways I shouldn’t. I knew how low his shorts sat on his tapered hips, how deep the V indented and how low it dipped toward his impressive cock. My eyes lingered on the outline of his shorts, the wideness of his hips. He didn't own boxers; he always went commando. A sensual stir lit inside me. His thighs were like boulders, the dark blue cloth contoured each muscle like a second skin. I dragged my gaze upward to where the fabric hugged his thick and long length. I could see how his shaft laid against his heavy sack, the way his thighs propped it up on display. The material was so thin it left nothing to the imagination. At least, not to my imagination. I remembered what it felt like in my hand, inside me, how I stretched to fit his size. I knew what he was capable of with that thing and my body heated all over wanting it.

"Subtlety is clearly not your specialty. Are you done? Or do you need more time?" he asked in a low, husky tone that only fueled my desire.

Fuck. My. Life. This just proved his question.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. When the haze cleared and my heart rate steadied again, I tried to change the subject. "Why don't you ever tell me that you think I'm strong?"

He shrugged. "It is not my job to reassure you. If you have confidence in yourself, you would not need reassurance from anyone, especially a man, Adrianna."

"I am confident in myself. You don't know what you're talking about," I said defensively. "It would be nice to hear from my coach though. Praising your gymnasts every once in a blue moon wouldn't kill you."

He got serious. "Come here." His expression cleared of any playfulness.

I shook my head.

"Come," he ordered, and beckoned me toward him.

I shook my head again. When I didn't move, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to him.