Feeling his rough lips against yours grow your arousal as you fall back against the wall, Ghost's body pressing into yours and grabbing at your waist. Then a phone call interrupts you two, causing him to groan and pull away, moving his hand up from your waist to cover your mouth.

He speaks into the phone, keeping the professionalism in his tone as his eyes carry a glint of hunger. There's silence before he speaks again, "This'll have to wait," and his thumb makes it's way into your mouth.