Amber burst out laughing, her mirth reaching down from her stomach up to her chest. She tried to speak through the laughter. "Sounds serious," she said, her hands cupping his ass, pushing him so that their hips were up tight against each other. "It's a hard decision, but I think with a case this dire, we must administrate oral medicine, stat." Amber bit her lip, unable to keep from grinning like mad. She didn’t know if she’d ever seen him this sheepish; it was adorable. "Aw, c'mon, it's so very sexy. We should make a video and put it on youtube, it'll get more hits than that idiot who hammered a nail through his thumb."

Her arms slid up, hands lightly rubbing his back. The bit about the swelling was a blatant lie, which was for the best. As much as public sex got her going, this was her workplace, and it was difficult enough keeping some people's respect without adding indecency accusations. Amber wouldn't let anything graphic happen here, not even the oral job she'd implied. With enough patience, she'd get him back to hers and have him every which way imaginable. Still-- his happiness, loud and clear in just how upward all his facial muscles were turned, like they were reaching for the sky, was irresistible. A little bit couldn't hurt. Palms curving over his shoulder blades, Amber's mouth opened slightly as she took him in, languid, sensual. She wanted him so much. Not just in fucking, but to be with him. Laughing, dizzy with each other. And somehow, knowing that she could have this, often, regularly, made her desire all the sweeter. “I can’t wait to get you home and have you all to myself,” she told him smugly, staring into his eyes.