"Fuck-!" Ghost growls softly, lips pressed against the back of his shoulder, the man's breath wheezy and hot against his skin. He carefully backs out, still dripping a little and being careful not to stain the office floor. Quickly, Ghost pulls up his pants and lowers his mask back over his face.

"Clean up." He says, throwing you a piece of cloth. "I'll have someone deliver the morning after pills for you." He speaks, not bothering to look at you.