In the hotel room, the sunrays had found their way through the curtains.

Samantha and Rider were still up, and the first was dressing while the latter was still showering. Her wet hair had left a big, dark stain on her t-shirt, but she didn't have time to think about that.

She would have dried her hair if only she could find her underwear. She had worn her bra and shirt, which thankfully covered her naked butt, but there was no trace of the panties.

Where did she throw them the day before?

Oh, she couldn't even remember the exact moment she got out of her clothes. It had been an intense day, followed by an intense night.

Rider hadn't asked for a break, and she was a little too excited to do it either. They had rolled on the bed and done all kinds of things for the whole time, taking a break only when the package with condoms was over.

They had fallen asleep soon after and woke up only late in the morning.

In the end, she had taken count of their scores, and she was still losing by one.

She couldn't count how many times they did it, but every single one of her moves was countered by Rider's soon after. In the end, she was the first to take the lead, and he was the last. They were annoyingly even for that time, and she had one less point from their first encounter.

Yet, she couldn't find enough energy to complain or glare at him. Her whole body was so relaxed and happy that she could forgive him that little trick.

There were an even number of condoms in the box. It was a plan right from the start: keeping her at a disadvantage. But who cared about the scores as much? After all, she did like his rough caresses as much as she liked being on top.

If only her panties didn't disappear into thin air.

She eyed Rider's bag, wondering if he stole those while she wasn't looking. The water in the shower was flowing, and she could feel he was relaxing after a long night of exercise.

She could check it out and return everything in its place. If he didn't steal her panties, then he was safe. And her scent on the bag wouldn't have been that noticeable in that room. Everything smelt of them and of sex, so it should have been hard to notice if she just opened the bag and retreated soon enough.

She tilted her head, wondering if it was yet another coincidence.

The first time they met, her panties disappeared as well. But those were just plain cotton knickers, so she couldn't think Rider took those with him. It was a little more reasonable with the black lace thong.

But still, she couldn't allow him to bring that home! She had been in underwear for a whole night, and they even did it while wearing it...

She scoffed, moving her hair back with a single hand. That was so embarrassing. How could she take her clothes back?

She was still pondering whether to open his bag or not when the water stopped running in the shower. Rider came out a few minutes later. He was ready to go, fully clothed.

His black hair was messy after he rubbed it with the towel, and it was almost dry just thanks to that. If she wasn't too focused on something else, Samantha would have found the time to feel envy.

He could shower and be ready to go in a few minutes while she needed her damned time to get her hair in check.historical

He noticed her mood and stopped his walk, taking his time to gaze at her naked legs. She was walking in circles, unresting and clearly annoyed.

He walked forward, and she suddenly stopped moving like a tiger in a cage. She faced him, crossing her arms and looking up at him. A few tiny locks had dried and rose from her head, hitting her face when she moved her head.

?Where are my clothes?? she inquired, narrowing her eyes.

Rider lifted his brows, feigning surprise.

?Some are on you, Mine. The rest... Well, you threw it around because you were in a hurry.?

His words made her even more annoyed, but she couldn't just burst out and yell until he gave her panties back. It would not work.

She had to play smart and convince him it was not nice to ride a bike without underwear. He would have some mercy after all the things he made her do, right?

She blinked, trying to transform her angry expression into one of plea.

It didn't work out well, but her teasing eyes trying to fool him were amusing enough. He chuckled before circling her waist with an arm and kissing her. He stuck his tongue deeply, making her moan in protest. Yet, she didn't push him away.

Before she could do something even more arousing than looking at him, he pushed her on the bed and fell on his knees.

Just as expected, that scene made her forget her worries for a second. She stared at Rider on his knees in front of the bed, and her throat ran dry. A halting whimper welcomed his lips on her thigh, but she couldn't move her eyes away.

It lasted too short for any description. His lips reached her core, and she clenched the sheets while looking down at him. Her panting filled the room, and she closed her eyes only when pleasure filled every inch of her body.

Her breathless moans still lingered in the room when the door was closed behind Rider's back.

Samantha turned on the side and sighed her goodbyes for the unholy panties.

So much of playing smart and achieving her goals with her brain. She had fallen prey to her same trick. But it was worth it, her body screamed.. It was so damn worth losing all the underwear in her drawers.