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Jungle: Chapter Thirty-One

    Dropping by unannounced the night that Drake was supposed to perform... it was taboo, and Mia knew it. The last thing she wanted to do was throw him off before he had to go onstage. But she couldn't wait another night or two. After the caution she'd received from Beyonce, she wanted to hightail it to Miami and claim the man that was hers. She wanted to make sure he knew that he was hers. Even if he already knew, it couldn't hurt to give him a reminder or two. Thankfully, both Nicki and Beyonce understood - they more than understood. They encouraged her to take a day or two to visit Drake while he was on tour.

    He pulled her against him, tangled a hand in her hair, and kissed her so hard that she forgot who was seducing whom. It seemed like he wanted her too badly to ask any questions, and she wanted him too much to take the time to answer any questions he may have had, anyway.

    Her knees turned to jelly the moment his arms went around her. His feverish kisses took her breath away. She ran her hands up his chest while sucking on his bottom lip.

    Without needing to come up for air, he peeled her dress off of her and let it fall to the floor. He started pushing his body against hers, forcing her backwards. As he kissed her, he continued pushing her until they were standing in front of the bed in the master suite. One of his hands lowered and he hooked a finger in the waistband in her panties. "I don't even know why you bothered with these," he murmured against her lips.

    His words sent little shocks throughout her body.

    He hooked a few more fingers into the waistband, and with one swift move, ripped her panties off. "You kind of missed me?" he repeated.

    She nodded.

    "Kind of?"

    She bit her bottom lip and tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants.

    His phone rang. He ignored it and continued staring at her instead. "I'm supposed to be on my way to the arena right now."

    A worried look crossed her face.

    He reached out and touched her hair. "I'm going to be late to my show tonight, because I'm going to show you just how much you've really missed me. Twenty thousand people are going to be sitting in their seats wondering where I am, and the answer is: here, with you, showing you just how much you've missed me."

    The worried look didn't completely disappear, but she did feel tingles of excitement. "I wouldn't want twenty thousand people waiting on my account."

    "They can wait," he said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

    She stared up at him, continuing to tug on the waistband of his sweatpants. "If your audience will be waiting for you, then we should probably make this fast."

    "You know me. I prefer to take my time."

    Everything coming out of his mouth made her want to jump on him. It should be illegal to be this damned sexy, and to know exactly which words to say to make her weak with desire. She reached into his sweatpants and wrapped her hand around him.

    He groaned and unhooked her bra. Smooth with it. One-handed.

    She pushed down his sweatpants as far as she could and stroked him.

    He slid the bra straps down her shoulders and cupped her breasts in his hands. "I kind of sort of missed you too," he told her.

    And that was it. She couldn't wait anymore; she had to have him. Using one hand, she gently pushed him down on the bed.

    His phone notifications continued to go off. He continued to ignore them.

    She straddled him, cradled his face in her hands, and kissed him.

    His arms went around her waist. They remained that way for awhile, before he reached between them and pushed himself inside of her.

    They'd been dating for more than a year now, and she was still never quite ready whenever he pushed inside. The feel of him was still somehow a surprise, as if her body wasn't expecting him to be quite so thick. She lowered her hands to his shoulders and started to ride him - slowly at first, and then gradually picking up the pace.

    He closed his eyes and his eyebrows drew together. When he opened his eyes, he peered up at her and said, "By how wet you are, I can tell you more than just kind of missed me."

    She had more than just kind of missed him. Over their time together, she'd gone nights without seeing him before, nights when he'd have to travel to some event and she couldn't because of predetermined plans. Going even one night without feeling him, or sleeping beside him, was torture. She hated it. Feeling him like this...beneath her, and inside of her, and around her...this was what she wanted. It was what she needed, at this point. She lowered her head and sucked on his bottom lip while riding him.

    "Fuck," he whispered, the word slurred since she had his bottom lip in her mouth. His grip on her tightened.

    Her pace quickened.

    His groans became more intense.

    She started to moan and cry out his name, feeling climax approaching. "Mmmm," she moaned, bouncing up and down on him.

    He reached between them again and slid his finger to the top of her spot, rubbing his finger on her rosebud and squeezing it between his fingers.

    Her thighs started to tremble. "Aubrey," she gasped out.

    "Baby girl," he gasped back. "Damn, Mia." He leaned forward and pressed kisses to her chest.

    She tilted her head back, grinding down on him and rocking back and forth. The minute he lifted his head and looked up at her, she started bouncing again.

    Knocking sounded on the hotel suite door. They ignored it. The knocking continued for several minutes, then stopped altogether.

    He squeezed her clit between his fingers again.

    And she lost it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out as a wave of pleasure crashed down on her.

    He buried his head in her shoulder and groaned, riding the wave with her. Then he fell backwards and took her with him, his arms still tight around her.

    They stayed that way for several minutes. And then she remembered that any minute now, he was supposed to be stepping out on stage. "Your show," she said, starting to sit up. "We have to get cleaned up. You have to get ready."

    "Just a minute," he said, an arm thrown across his eyes. "Just a minute."

    "I'm so sorry I just popped up like this," she apologized, stretching out on top of him and resting her head against his chest. "My timing sucks."

    "You were right on time, baby," he told her.

    "No. I should have waited until tomorrow."

    "I needed you tonight."

    She looked up at him. "Yeah?"

    "Yeah."

    Relieved at that, she cuddled against him and sighed with contentment.