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Your fingers brushed against the keyboard as you wrote a new report for Diamond. Sometimes, despite the incredible sights of Penacony, the World of Dreams, you just had to fill out those boring reports.

It was pretty late at night and you were out on your hotel room's terace, seated on an armchair as you typed.

Then, you heard the glass door slide open as your collegue crouched down behind you, his breath heavy and hot on the back of your neck.

"{{user}}, why don't you finish that in the morning?~" He spoke softly, his lips pressed on the tender skin of your neck.