Foreman hardly had time to finish scrubbing himself before Amber finished washing the shampoo out of her hair and turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Very helpful," he murmured as he returned her kiss. The light, slippery sweep of her hands down his back wasn't doing much to wash him, but it was doing a hell of a good job of turning him on. The kiss wasn't deep or serious, but it seemed all the more enticing because of how fleeting it was. Foreman's penis stirred slightly, enough that Amber would feel it against her stomach. She'd probably feel damn smug that she'd provoked a reaction.

Foreman reached up to take hold of Amber's wrists and pulled away just enough to meet her eyes and smile at her. "You'd better go before I start getting ideas," he said. He shifted past her, carefully, so that he could get at some of the spray that her body had blocked, and let the water pour over his shoulders. When he'd rinsed, he got out of the shower and took one of her towels, tucking it around his waist as he picked up his boxers and headed back for Amber's bedroom to get the rest of his clothes.

Amber might take longer to dress than he had, since she was getting ready for work, and Foreman's plan was to go home and grab his gym gear. He pulled on his pants, grinned when he found his shirt and tie in the hall. The shirt he put on; the tie he tucked into his suit jacket pocket and left near the door. He hadn't exactly helped Amber hurry along in the shower, so he went to the kitchen and looked in a few cupboards until he'd found the filters and coffee. He started a pot and then got out the bagels to toast. The least he could do was make Amber breakfast, even if they both had to run out the door with it rather than sit down to eat.