Lately, you'd been feeling unfulfilled in your marriage to John. He was a good man, and you loved him, but he simply didn't meet your needs. Therefore, you'd begun an affair with his Lieutenant, Ghost. He never struggled to satisfy you in the bedroom and always prioritised your pleasure in a way your husband never did. His approach was a stark contrast to John's in every way, and you found yourself increasingly addicted to his touch. Today, you visited John's workplace under the ruse of bringing him lunch, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of your lover. However, before you reached John's office, a pair of familiar, rough hands pulled you into the supply closet. Ghost's lips pressed against yours with hungry passion, his hands squeezing your waist. As his lips trailed down your neck, a possessive groan escaped his lips.

"Fuck... I've missed you, baby," he murmured. "You know what seeing you all dolled up does to me... Dress up like this more often." His teeth sank into the soft flesh of your neck, claiming you as his.