Release (Off Balance 3)

I stood back in utter shock. Kova's house was impressive to begin with, but his room and bathroom were something else. His own oasis. It must have been the one room he’d demanded to design and decorate. Everything was elegant and lavish. I'd love to see what he'd do with an entire house. In truth, I was surprised he could afford something this opulent. I knew money when I saw it thanks to my upbringing, and Kova had way more than he let on.

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Once I got over my shock of seeing Kova’s side of the house, I decided I had to test out his bathtub. I searched through Kova's drawers until I found a shirt to wear, then I ran the water. I didn't even bother looking for a pair of shorts, since I knew there was no way they would fit.

With the bath filled, I looked for some soap for bubbles but found lots of Epsom salt instead. I should have known better—it was Kova's favorite. I dumped a bunch in and waited a minute or so before stripping down and climbing in.

A heavenly sigh rolled off my lips at the heat of the water and how good it felt on my aching body. Grabbing my cell phone, I placed my legs on the ledge of the tub and crossed them. I took a picture and texted it to Kova. Seconds later, he responded.

Coach: There better be bath salts in there.

Me: LOL there are.

Coach: I like seeing you in my tub.

Me: It's so big I could swim in it. The jets feel so good.

Coach: I am glad you are using it. It does not get any use at all.

I had to ignore that one.

Me: I'm just glad it's not an ice bath for once.

I took a picture of the window and sent it to Kova.

Me: Why does this not shock me?

Coach: What?

Me: The fact that you have a window with no covering and anyone can see in.

Coach: What can I say? I am a bit of an exhibitionist.

I thought of Kova walking around naked and how he was not modest in the least. I got the notion that he liked when people looked at him. His body was to die for, especially naked, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. My pussy tingled from the image of him in my head, of him under the cascading shower, stroking himself into oblivion. I looked at the window and realized it was angled perfectly toward the shower and the bathtub. I had to squeeze my legs shut from the sudden throbbing. Water sloshed from side to side.

Me: Now THAT doesn't surprise me. LOL I’m gonna take a nap soon.

Coach: Only in my bed. See you soon.

After the water cooled, I got out and grabbed a towel hanging from the wall to dry myself. Chills coated my body from the cool air, but the towel was hot to my touch. Wrapping it around my body, I sighed at the warmth and thickness. His towel rack was heated. At this point, I didn't want to ever leave his room. This was heaven.

I dried off and glanced around. The only thing decorating the room was the fresh, white orchids in a huge square black vase on the vanity right in the center.

Reaching for his shirt so I could slip it on, I retracted, thinking the towel would be warmer and cozier under the blanket.

Clutching the material to my chest, I stepped into his bedroom and pulled back the covers to reveal soft, gray sheets, and climbed in. I loosened the towel to get situated and pulled the blankets over me. I took out my hair tie and fluffed my hair. For me, taking a hair tie out was the equivalent to taking a bra off after a long day.

This was a mistake. A big, fat mistake, because once my head hit the pillow, Kova's scent surrounded me, stimulating my blood with shameless ideas. This whole time I’d thought he wore cologne, but it was just his natural aroma. He didn't wear cologne to bed, no one would do that, and he’d told me Katja hadn't shared his bed in a month, so I knew this smell was all him.

Rolling over onto my side, I closed my eyes and tried to block out any illicit thoughts that flitted through my head. Sighing, I felt at ease and not lonely for the first time in a long time. I hugged the king-size down pillow to the length of my body and hiked a knee up, expelling a breath. I needed to sleep. I was exhausted.

But sleep wouldn't come. I shifted to my other side and faced Kova's workout equipment. I imagined him in the zone doing dips and pullups, in nothing but shorts, his muscles straining with sweat dripping down his flushed chest. The shorts would sit low, low enough for me to see the carved muscles around his hips that led to his plump ass, defined and incredibly delicious looking, and the dark hairs that led to his cock. Maybe he’d even be wearing that backwards hat I loved so much. Or, maybe, he would be naked except for the hat. I noticed a weightlifting belt for his waist and wondered if he strapped weights to it while he used the stationary machine. I wondered if I could plaster myself to him like a spider monkey while he did dips. That would be insanely hot.

Christ on a stick. I needed to stop. A throb resonated between my legs, my pussy becoming wet. God, this was humiliating. All I had to do was imagine Kova working out and I was getting turned on in a bed he had at one time shared with his wife.

I closed my eyes and sighed, pushing all thoughts from my head. I was relaxed and in a good place—even my mind was relaxed—which was so strange considering where I was. But I knew. I knew why I felt like this, and I didn't want to admit it.

It was Kova. It was always Kova, and though his presence could rile me up, it also had the ability to calm me down.