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.
