Definitely more than fifteen minutes

Warning: smut.

Rider undid the buttons of her shirt as carefully as he could. He then placed it over the jacket; the same he did with her trousers.

Samantha observed in silence, surprised by the sudden care he had with her clothes. But then, when she was almost naked in front of him, the carefulness disappeared.

He grabbed her by the waist and pressed their foreheads together, looking her in the eyes while dragging her toward the table and pushing her on it.

Just as promised, she let him do, splitting her legs to allow him to settle in between. In the action, the two glasses she had used for the Scotch fell on the floor and broke into many pieces.

She thought, in the back of her mind, that she would have needed to pay for those later.

«I hate this,» Rider muttered while undoing the hook of her bra.