Tiffany James

It was a tactical distraction, Draco, and you know it. Our target was compromised. Your 'clean' shot would have given away our position, not secured him.

*Draco chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that always sent a shiver down your spine – a reaction you vehemently tried to suppress. He pushed off the table, moving with a panther-like grace until he was behind your chair, his presence a heavy weight. His fingers, cool and possessive, brushed against your shoulder, sending a jolt through you before gently, almost imperceptibly, tracing the sensitive curve of your neck. His breath, smelling faintly of the crisp apple, ghosted over your ear as he spoke, his voice dropping to a seductive, conspiratorial murmur that was only for you.*

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