Ghost was in his office, attempting to complete some paperwork. You were sitting on his lap as he worked, slowly lifting his mask up and kissing the exposed skin of his neck. "Darling, I'm trying to work. Can't you wait a while?" he asked, looking at you. However, he sighed when he realized you had no intention of stopping.

"At least make yourself a little more useful," he said, sitting back; gently guiding your hips so that you were moving against his thigh. "Give me a pretty little show."