You made me feel

C H A P T E R E I G H T E E N

!!! TRIGGER WARNINGS ; STRANGLING; CHOKING; !!!!!

The day went by really fast today and all I could think of was how he made me come last night, and how wet I still am because of it.
Tonight April and I are going to have dinner together, I haven't talked to her in a while, like actually saw and talked like we always used to do. She had a big new project she finished yesterday and I, well I have him.

I open the door to the apartment. 
"Hellooo?" I call out.
No response.
I take my shoes off, hang my bag on the wanderobe and walk into the living room, looking for him in the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. I walk into the bar but he is not there either. He should have been home by now. I shrug, make some tea, take my book and sit on the comfy couch, before I start reading I text him.

Cleo
I'm home. Are you at the office, you said you'll work from home.

The response comes instantly.

Kody
I'm at the gym, downstairs.

"There is a gym downstairs? How come I've never noticed?" I ask myself.
My phone rings.
"The building has its own gym. It's in the basement." He explains before I could even ask.
"Oh, I see. Good for you, I was a bit worried because you weren't here when I came."
"No need, you wanna-"
"Oh, hell no! I bought a new book I just wanted to read, maybe later, or never."
"Bye," he hangs up.

God, I love to push the right buttons.

I start reading and sipping my tea.
Fifteen pages in and I have to stop because I have no idea what I just read. I close the book and inhale sharply. I stopped being in Neverland on page ten and moved to the gym without realizing it. All I could think of is him, sweaty, heavy breathing while he lifts the weights. His blue compression shirt sticking to his body, revealing those muscles that make you forget your name. I press my legs together and clear my throat.
"Maybe I should go downstairs." I get up, take the keys with me and before I can step out I look at a man's chest.
Blue.
"Where are you going?" He asks
"To the gym, why are you here, I thought you'd be here when I go to dinner."
"I will, I just left something in the bar."

God, he smells good.

"What's that cologne ?"
"I don't wear cologne," he shrugs.
"Oh, then it's just your scent. I like it." I pat his chest and want to walk past him as I notice his brows furrowing.
"My scent? What are you a K-9?" He asks as he moves to the side.
I open my mouth to start explaining , but I close it again. Because I can't explain. I can't explain a lot of things that go through my head. I wave goodbye and make my way to the basement.

I reach the basement and a loud gasp leaves my mouth.
Roof high walls, painted in a beautiful dark green color and there is even a counter and a receptionist, at the gym, in the basement. I walk towards the woman standing behind the counter , her brown hair is tied into a high sleek ponytail and her sweater matches the walls.

"Hey, can I help ya?"
"I am looking for someone, tall, silver hair, tiny scar-" I gesture while I speak.
"Oh, Mr.McAndrews? He's working out. I think I last saw him in the weights area, are you his assistant?" She smiles as she looks up and down at me.
"No." I reply and make my way to the big hall.
I walk past a few people on the treadmill. I turn left and lurk into the weight area to see if he's still there. He is.
"Holy shit," I murmur to myself as I watch him lift those weights. Every single muscle in his body is visible, his head turns red and the veins on his neck are showing more than usual. His heavy breathing and whining and this wink when he notices me in the mirror, oh I have to cross my legs.
I walk over to him only to notice that this area is kind of isolated from the rest of the gym. There are only a few barbells, two brown balls, a jumping rope and some dumbbells. I sit on the black leather bench behind him and watch him as he puts the weights away.
"What are you doing here, little succubus are you homesick ?"
He challenges me as he picks up the mint colored jumping rope. I roll my eyes and bring my left leg up and tap on his perfectly shaped ass.
"Oh, funny because I'm from hell, ha ha."
He gives me a flirty smirk and the sweat pearls dripping from his chin on his shirt.
He starts jumping and in those loose pants I can see it jiggle and - why the hell am I so needy it's not like we didn't have sex less than 12 hours ago. He stands in front of me, bends down, cups my chin and places a long, hard kiss on my lips. He wants to break it a few seconds later but I hold him by the collar of his shirt.
"Mhm mhm," I hum into his mouth and shake my head.
I open my mouth, let him find his way into me and I taste the saltiness on his lips. He supports my neck with the hand he cupped my chin before and we melt into each other. He pulls me away and sits next to me.
"That was nice, I liked it." I admit and lick my lips.
"Pants, panties off and hands on your back."
"What?"
"Now!"