Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 318: Partnership Contract

Darren groaned. "A night."

Her eyes trailed behind her. "On the pool table."

A scoff of laughter left Darren. Even though amused and aroused, he was still harboring some anger from the call with Brooklyn.

It fueled his emotions and his response. Unknowingly, his hands slid up Cheyenne's back, fingers tangling in the lace.

His emotions spiked and he spun her around, reversing their positions with a polite but firm assertiveness.

"Cheyenne... you're playing with fire," he murmured, his voice low and controlled, but his eyes betrayed the storm of emotions.

As much as he didn't mind the deal she was offering, he was still frustrated at his company's vulnerability and now there was this overwhelming desire for this woman who'd challenged him like no other.

It was confusing.

Cheyenne stared at him. She almost seemed in love. "What are you going to do?"

Their hard breathing filled the silence for a while, then, with a rapid hunger, Darren leaned low and kissed her neck.

"Uhhhh," her moan was tender and heartfelt. Almost unlike her.

Darren's lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, eliciting more soft moans from her.

"Since this is how you collect debts, I'm in."

He kissed more. Biting her romantically. Nibbling on her neck.

"I'll be your friend. I'll be your companion"

His hands explored her body with deliberate slowness.

"We'll be loyal to each other. Have our backs."

His hand slipped under the lace to cup her heavy breast, thumb circling her nipple through the thin bikini fabric until it hardened.

Her breasts, so big and soft, felt wonderful in hand.

"You don't betray me, Chey. And I don't betray you."

He kissed her lips, biting the lower one as he pulled away. "Do you agree?"

Cheyenne arched into his touch, her ego diluting into a sort of rough submission. "I agree."

Her hands fumbled with his swim trunks, tugging them down with impatient grace.

"But this isn't just about me collecting, darling," she purred, her articulate tone dripping with that woman-boss authority, her fingers wrapping around his hardening cock, stroking him slowly, lewdly, her grip firm and teasing.

"I'm claiming something that I've wanted for a while."

Darren gazed at her, the pleasure of her soft palm stroking his cock, sending ripples through his body. "You've wanted me?"

She smiled. "Don't make me repeat it." She got closer, her breasts squeezing more into his chest.

"You've been carrying that burden too long, this need to be in control of everything. Let loose tonight."

Hidden emotions flickered in her eyes; vulnerability beneath her ego, a woman who'd built walls around her heart after years of cutthroat deals, now cracking them open for him.

She dropped to her knees on the plush rug, her voluptuous body a vision of raw allure, lace cover-up slipping off one shoulder to reveal the white bikini straining against her full, rounded breasts.

Her lips parted, taking him into her mouth with a seductive slowness, her tongue swirling around the tip, lewd sounds filling the room as she sucked, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of challenge and desire.

Darren groaned, his hand threading into her hair, not pulling but guiding gently, his frustration melting into overwhelming pleasure.

"God, Cheyenne... you're incredible," he admitted, his voice rough with hidden emotion.

"But slow down... I want to savor you too."

He pulled her up after a moment, his kiss polite but insistent, turning her toward the pool table.

He lifted her onto the edge, the green felt cool against her skin as he peeled away the lace cover-up, tossing it aside.

Her bikini top followed, revealing her full, heavy breasts, nipples erect and begging for attention.

Darren leaned in, his mouth capturing one, sucking lewdly, his tongue flicking and teasing while his hand kneaded the other, drawing gasps from her.

"Darren... yes, just like that," she moaned, her ego cracking slightly as hidden vulnerability surfaced in her voice.

Cheyenne was a woman used to commanding boardrooms, but now, she was actually surrendering—surrendering to this intimate power play.

"Mhmmmm," she moaned. "Don't think you control this... I want you to feel what it's like to let go."

Her hands roamed his body, nails raking down his back, leaving faint red trails that heightened the raw sensuality.

She spread her legs, pulling him closer, her bikini bottom damp with arousal as she ground against his thigh, lewd friction building the tension.

He slid his hand down, fingers slipping under the fabric, finding her wet and ready.

"Look at that, Mrs. CEO, you're soaked for me," Darren whispered, his tone polite but laced with lewd hunger, circling her clit with expert pressure.

He dipped two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them to hit a spot that made her arch and cry out.

The sight of her in that manner drove him, now he was overwhelmed by the emotions of the day and a new side of Cheyenne he was witnessing.

He poured his anger into pleasuring her, making her feel seen, valued. "Tell me what you want, Cheyenne. No holding back."

She gasped, her voluptuous body writhing on the table, breasts heaving with each breath. "I want you inside me... but first, taste me. How loyal can you be if you can't lick me."

Darren smirked. Her words were egoistic, but he didn't mind it for now. He knew that underneath lay her hidden need; a connection beyond business, for a man who matched her fire without dimming it.

So he obliged, dropping to his knees, pulling her bikini bottom aside.

His tongue delved into her folds, lapping lewdly at her clit, sucking and flicking with raw intensity, his fingers thrusting in rhythm.

Cheyenne bucked against his mouth, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, moans filling the room.

"Fuck, Darren... you're too good at this," she confessed, her articulate voice breaking into raw pleas.

When she teetered on the edge, he rose, positioning himself at her entrance. "Ready?" he asked, burning with need.

"Yes... take me," she said, her legs wrapping around him.

Darren thrust in slowly at first, filling her inch by inch, her tight walls clenching around him lewdly.

They moved together, raw and passionate, her breasts bouncing with each deep thrust, dialogue punctuating the rhythm.

"Fuck. You feel… Darren… you feel so good," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Darren didn't know where he was getting the strength, or the libido, but he had just enough to pound into her relentlessly, causing the pool table to creak under them, sweat slicking their bodies.

They flipped positions, her on top, riding him with egoistic grace, her voluptuous curves undulating, breasts in his hands as she ground down, lewd slaps echoing.

Their climax built together, her walls pulsing around him as she came with a cry, pulling him over the edge, spilling inside her with a groan.

Then they collapsed, breaths mingling.

Cheyenne giggled softly in Darren's ear. "That was such a peculiar way to sign a partnership contract."

Darren smiled.