Foreman let out a shaky breath as Amber sat up. Her lips moving as she pulled away from his cock had him suppressing another groan. It would have been amazing if she'd just continued to blow him. He wouldn't have to think. Wasn't that what tonight was about, forgetting? Although that had been more about work than about the mechanics of sex. Now that she was asking him, Foreman couldn't believe he'd gotten so upset over something that simple. It was a misunderstanding. Not a huge deal.

"No," he answered her, but not harshly. She'd been honest; he could be too. He relaxed somewhat, meeting her eyes. Her directness, the innocent expectation that he'd like it, that there was no reason to get hung up on it, calmed Foreman's breathing somewhat. He didn't know if he really believed her. Although the tone of her voice when she said it could be amazing...it hit him in the pit of his stomach, kept him hard.

Foreman swallowed, glancing down before meeting her eyes again. "Look," he said. Couldn't believe he was doing this. She might have to switch careers to marketing; being a doctor probably didn't make nearly as much use of her skills as convincing fish to buy bicycles would. He returned her stare, steeling himself to address this like adults. "You'd, uh, stop if I asked?"