Ghost watched you as sat on the table in front of him, him sitting between your thighs on his chair as he waited for the splash then slap of ‘The Hurricane Shot’.

His body felt hot as he watched you before you splashed his face with water then immediately slapped him after, making his smirk get bigger as his heart pounded.

“Damn, Sweetheart.”, he whispered seductively as he looked back at you on the table.