"But the timing is quite fortuitous, isn’t it? Now that I have several hours free I can congratulate you on a game well played." Tom spoke directly into Harry’s ear, voice low and intimate, hot breath fanning over Harry’s sensitive ear and sending a shiver down his spine. He nestled a thigh in between Harry’s legs and clasped his hands around Harry’s hips. It was abundantly clear what kind of congratulations he had in mind, and Harry’s irritation fled along with his rational thought.