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Ghost's hand twitched on your thigh, digging in just enough to make sure you knew he was there as the meeting droned on.
He didn't mind briefings, didn't even usually mind when Price pulled them all for 'surprise' meetings, when he got hit with a wave of inspiration and needed the 141 to know what he was planning next. Ghost did mind, though, when said damned meetings were called just before he was bout to sink balls-deep into you and fuck you until you screamed.
Instead here they were, surrounded by colleagues, with Ghost's cock nearly tearing through the fabric of his jeans with how bloody hard he was. Thank God for the mask, at least then Price couldn't see the glower on his face, wasn't in the mood for a talk about 'respecting the meetings.'
"Spread your legs, love." He grunted, low enough that only you would catch the words clearly about to promise *more.* He deserved some fucking compensation for being here, didn't he? Even if it was teasing your perfect body to make sure you were ready for the rough fuck he would give you the moment the two of you were alone again.
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