around the collar of his shirt, I was so close to ripping it. I needed to feel his skin, to see if he was as hot as I was. He had to feel how wet I was, there was no way he didn't.
"You know I think you are strong," he whispered.
"Ohh, ah…it would just be nice to hear it occasionally. Tell me that you're proud of me, tell me you notice how hard I work."
I didn't know how I managed to get all that out.
"Believe me, malysh, I notice everything about you." Kova chuckled.
Pulling back, he forced me to look at him. His eyes blazed as hot as a roaring fire. His lips were plump and delectable, and I wanted to bite down on them when he drew closer.
"We have a very complicated relationship." His voice was hoarse against my lips as he pulled down my other strap, stopping just before my breasts fell out. "If I applaud you for your hard work, hard work the other elites are putting in as well, then you might slack hearing you did well. People succeed when they do not hear it because they push harder hoping for it. I hardly praise anyone. I need you focused and solid, just like I need all my gymnasts. There is a method to my madness, Ria." Kova paused and tilted his head to the side. "Do you trust me?"
I hesitated. Such a loaded question when it came to him. Nevertheless, I answered honestly.
"Yes."
He yanked down the top of my leotard and my breasts fell free. Cool air teased my nipples, causing them to bunch and pucker. Kova didn't look down though, he kept his eyes trained on mine.
"Do I give you what you need?" he asked.
In the gym? Yes. Right now? No. Like hell I was going to tell him he had me so worked up I wanted to have sex with him. I hadn't been this intimate with him since New Year’s Eve, not even in my hotel room last month where no one could see or hear a thing. Yet, here we were, in his office, where anyone could just walk in whenever they wanted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Kova had a thing for living on the wild side and thrived on getting caught. Maybe an exhibitionist was hiding in there.
Maybe I did too.
I swallowed hard and met his dark gaze under his hat. His nostrils flared. His hand reached out and palmed my breast. I sucked in an audible breath and stretched up on my tippy-toes at the pressure he applied, and almost came. But when his fingers danced across my nipple, tugging on the rosy bud, I lost all common sense.
Spinning his hat around so it was backwards, I pulled his face to mine and attacked his mouth.
"Good girl." He grinned against my lips. I tried to wiggle my legs out from between his thighs so I could climb him, but he wouldn't let me. My attempt turned into me riding his length over his shorts, panting as I did. The pressure and force were too much to bear. Moisture coated my skin. I was about to combust.
"You are so wet I can feel it through our clothes," Kova growled into my mouth. I bit and pulled and sucked on his tongue like a starved animal. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I tore it up his body and ripped it off him. His hands were back on my breasts, massaging and kneading them. My eyes rolled shut, and my hands roamed his firm chest, down his abs, over each sharp muscle until I reached his hard pecs. Kova was so strong and virile. It'd been too long since I had sex, and I needed it desperately. I didn't realize how badly until now.
I whimpered, wiggling again, but he didn't move. "Kova, please, let go."
"No, you are going to come like this, riding my dick. Then I am going to fuck you."
"Fuck…" I tested the word on my tongue and shook my head. "Fucking is definitely a bad idea."
"I am getting back inside your pussy, malysh. It has been too long."
Well. Shit.
My lips parted and my eyes glazed over when he spoke like that. Reaching forward with my mouth, I bit down on his nipple. Hard. His cock twitched and Kova flinched. His hand flew to the back of my head and tugged on my hair. He tried to pull me away, but I bit down harder