"Harder, Harvey. Harder." Donna moaned.

He was on top , thrusting into her,on the brink of absolutely losing his shit. She was gripping to her bed sheets (or was they his?) as her legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to go deeper. They were both almost there, and Donna could feel Harvey pumping into her in faster strokes until oh, ohhhhhh-

*Beep beep beep*

Donna woke up to her alarm and groaned to find herself at the mercy of her recurring dream. Her brain must be on some shit if it kept bringing back flashbacks of the OTHER time while she was unconscious. Damn her awesome brain.

As she got dressed for work, she could feel herself getting increasingly antsy each passing day. She was most definitely in a dry spell, having gotten caught up in work that she hadn't gotten any since Stephen. And while it was nice to know she had that kind of self-control, it made her incredibly horny all the damn time and this weekend, upon making the mistake of 50 Shades of Grey, she couldn't keep it in her pants anymore. Or her skirt.

She got to her desk right on time, as usual. As she opened her desktop, she couldn't help but groan. Of course. Today, of all days, had to be freaking Valentine's Day. But, being the professional she was, she dove right to work.

It didn't help that she couldn't keep herself from repeatedly glancing over at Harvey. These days she kept thinking about her stupid erotic dream, and every time she did it required her to do a little work between her legs. It had only been one night, sure, but afterwards she had no doubt that he was the best closer in the city. If only they could relive that night again... or maybe if they could actually do what he had scribbled before leaving the DA's office..

Harvey and Donna were giddy with glee. These past few months had gone remarkably well for them. They were on the fast track to a lifetime of success, but only as a team. And they believed they needed a ritual...

"I have an idea." said Harvey.

"I'm listening."

"It's not something a gentleman should say out loud."

"Oh, well then, I'm willing to pretend you're a gentleman."

Harvey scribbled the idea, giving it to Donna when he was done. She laughed at the Harvey's creative mind before responding "Oh, you're definitely not a gentleman."

Maybe she was feeling this way because it was supposed to be the day of love, and she had no one. The holiday today had been just as boring as the last few, and if she had to spend another one eating Chunky Monkey wondering why Rachel McAdams from The Notebook could find the love of her life and she couldn't, she would puke from being so pathetic. Even Louis had a person to show affection to. She was at the end of her rope, and while she had meant to slut it up with some random stranger after work, why not do it with someone who knew her needs? After all, didn't she deserve some loving? She didn't think he'd be too opposed to her plans anyway, remembering all the faces and sounds he'd made that night after discovering how talented she was with her mouth. With a sigh, Donna continued to work, deciding if she was really going to go through with her plan.

Hours later, however, upon hearing Louis brag about how Shiela practically fainted when she saw the ginormous teddy bear he had gotten of for her, she decided for it. In the dead of night (okay 11:28), when she was sure no one else was around, she strutted into Harvey's office, closing the door behind her.

"Donna? Is everything okay?" he asked from his office chair.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Don't be alarmed. I just have a question to ask you."

"What do you need?"

She hesitated and bit her lip before continuing. There was no backing out now. "That note you wrote before we came up with the can opener... is it too late to take you up on that offer?"

"Wait, what did I even write?" Having done the can opener so many times, he had forgotten...

"Well, verbatim, I believe it was, "Let's have sex everywhere outside of our apartments."

She saw his eyes darken and saw him discreetly adjust his pants as his eyes widened. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't secretly please by the reaction. Hey, every now and then, she also needed to be reassure that she still had it, just like any other human.

"I'm sorry, what?" he spluttered.

Donna jutted out her hip in the most suggestive way. "You heard me. We both hate this holiday, why not make it a little more fun for the both of us?" She walked towards him, turned his chair around, and sat on him so she was straddling him. "No strings attached, just," she leaned to whisper right next to his ear, "hot and wild sex."

Harvey's brain was short circuiting. There were so many things things that could go wrong with this idea, but Donna was literally right above his dick and he could feel all his blood rush south. He didn't want to take advantage of her though, as much as he wanted this he needed to make sure she wanted this too.

"D-Donna?" Good grief, the woman was grinding on him now. His reaction to it was embarrassing, but only because it was her hips, her long legs closing him in..

"Hmm?" she smiled seductively, while leaning back, continuing to gyrate while pulling on his tie.

"You're not going to regret this? You're not going to wake up the next morning and think that this was a mistake and quit or something? Or leave me?"

"Harvey," she purred, "I haven't worn underwear too work for the past week in hopes that you would notice." she felt a prominent twitch under her. "I made up my mind that long ago. Forget about the 'can't go back'. All I care about now is us going down. On each other."

With that, Harvey pulled her in to crush his lips with hers. The contact brought them both aflame, and Donna had to actually mentally kick herself for waiting this long to suggest this proposition. They kissed like they worked, fighting for dominance and constantly trying to oneup each other. When his tongue swept over her bottom lip, she literally thought se would turn into a puddle. Suddenly he pulled away, leaving Donna to gasp in surprise.

"What? Harvey Reginald Specter, if you back out now I swear I will-"

"Are you kidding me? No. But do you want to do this NOW? Like, right here?"

"Hey, office is outside outside of the apartments."

"You were serious about that? I thought you just wanted me in bed."

"As serious as the no underwear week, Harvey. It's practically midnight, Harvey, there is literally not a single soul here. Mike's even getting some right about now, so are you gonna let him beat you?"

"But my walls- glass-"

"I'm an actress. It'll just be another show." she grinned cheekily. "Now stop being such a pussy. Or are you afraid you can't live up to your expectations?"

His hand grazed her inner thigh before it disappeared under her dress to confirm that indeed, commando.

He growled. "Donna, you're going to be the fucking end of me."

She smiled. "Less talking. More canoodling."

"As you wish."

Harvey attacked her lips again as his hands slipped to her ass to pull her closer. He had never been so turned on; having office sex with Donna had always been some kind of buried fantasy of his that only popped up when they were working really really late nights. He figured it was natural, Donna was attractive and he knew what she was capable of...

He felt her hands fumble with the belt buckle before he it finally dawned on to him that oh shit, this was actually happening. Before he knew it, Donna had released him from his confines and had slid off his lap and gotten on her knees, giving his cock several long strokes as she did so. Harvey closed his eyes, trying to summon all the willpower in him to just let go right there. It was ridiculous that Donna could get this reaction out of him with such basic moves, but at the same time he wasn't surprised. With a naughty gaze she took him fully into her mouth and Harvey let out a groan, it felt so good and he put his hands into her hair...

*click click click *

Harvey could see the silhouette of Jessica coming towards the door.

"Oh shit.. Donna. DONNA! Jessica's coming!" he whispered. Donna looked alarmed only for a second, until she pulled herself away and rolled herself and his legs under his desk, just in the nick of time for Jessica to not see. The managing partner walked in unknowingly, file in hand."

"I'm surprised to see you still here, Harvey."

"I can't believe you're here either," he said out of complete honesty. Of all days... he did his very best not to sound nervous about the fact that his private parts would be free to all if she asked him to move out of his chair.

"Not looking towards getting some on the day of love? Look at you, all responsible and shit."

"I could if I wanted to, Jessica, let me assure you. I just choose not to."

Donna must have heard what he said, because he suddenly sensed her hand closing in on him, making him twitch for the contact. Damn it, Donna. This was something straight out of some porno movie, he swore.

"Everything alright, Harvey?" Jessica asked with a concerned gaze.

"Yes, I'm fine, Donna just gave me too much coffee this morning."

Another bad thing to say. Harvey could feel her hand pumping him now in tortuous, slow, strokes. He attempted to cross his legs languidly to tell her to stop, but instead she fought him and started pumping even faster.

This woman. He gripped the desk, knuckles turning white while he fought for self control.

"Well, here's the Borgman case I wanted you to work on. Please actually do this one; it requires special attention and I need it from you. Not your puppy, okay?"

"Fine, Jessica." Borgman was a total dick and as much as Harvey wanted to say no, at this point he'd agree to anything at the moment to punish the redhead underneath his desk for making him rock hard in front of his business partner.

"Okay, that's all. Have a good Valentine's Day, I'm heading home."

"Yeah, sure." Almost out of the woods... Until Donna removed her hand with and replaced it with her mouth again. He couldn't help but hiss, right as Jessica was about to walk about the door.

She turned around. "Harvey?"

"P-p-papercut! I'm fine, really. Goodnight, Jessica."

She walked away, finally.

He growled as he pulled out his secretary from under the desk. He lipstick smeared on her devilish grin, she gave him a look that said "sorry not sorry."

"You are so going to pay for that."

"Oh yeah? How?" she cocked an eyebrow.

Harvey pushed Donna into the chair and he got on his knees this time. He immediately flipped her dress up to reveal her folds, please by how wet she was already. He opened her legs and kissed up her inner thigh, noting the fact that she was ticklish and doing so made her squirm.

"What's the matter, Donna? Am I going too slow?"

"No," she panted, "you just do your thing."

With that, he placed a kiss directly on her center, rejoicing at her little yelp of pleasure. He gave her clit one long lick, feeling her legs tremble. He did it again, then swung her legs on his shoulder before completely diving in. Donna almost screamed, forgetting how good he was with his tongue. She dug her hand into his hair, trying to mess it up as much as possible as he continued licking her most intimate parts. She closed her eyes -she was so close, like in her dream, but this time it was reality, and yes, right there-

There was a sudden loss of contact and Donna groaned in frustration. She gained her senses and saw Harvey between her legs, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"Payback."

"Harvey Fucking Specter, if you don't finish what you started I will jam my foot down so far down your throat, I swear to-"

Harvey dove down again, this time finishing the job. Donna was finally able to reach her peak, clamping her legs around Harvey's head.

"God," she mumbled, relaxing into his chair.

"Actually, it's Harvey."

"Shut up."

"Need a moment? Are you seeing stars?"

She stood up, pulling him up with her and pushing him to the window. She eyed him as her hand wrapped around his dick again. "I bet you don't have enough guts to do me against this window."

Harvey gulped, refusing to back down. He leaned in, determined to kick it up a notch.

"That depends," he whispered into her ear, spinning them so she was against the window, immediately eliciting a gasp as he pushed into her, "how rough do you want it?"

She looked him square in the eye, before unzipping her dress in a slow but sexy manner. "Hm, let's see, I'd like the fuck-me-till-I-can't-walk package please," as she stepped out of her pool of sick, clad only in her red lacy front-clasp bra and red 5 inch heels.

As he took her in, it made him so hard it hurt. Her breasts were on the borderline of popping out her bra, her torso was flat, and her legs seemed to go on forever. Harvey lost all control then and there, if this was what she wanted then he was going to give it to her good. He shed all of his clothes at record speed, turned Donna around so her nearly naked front was bare for all the New York Skyline to see, and both her arms above her head, using his tie to tie them together.

"My, my, Donna," Harvey commented as his hands went down to her folds to check to note that she was soaking, "never thought you were one for bondage."

"No, I like being on display." she shot back.

"Well, you maybe be here for everyone to see," Harvey replied, as he aligned his rock hard cock behind her, pacing himself for the mind blowing sex he was about to have, "but you," he pushed his tip in, "are only mine" he slid in deeper, "to-"

"Fuuuuck! Harvey!" Donna gasped, as Harvey filled her completely. He was so big and thick, and in this position she knew he was going to all the right spots multiple times.

Harvey was also amazed that he hadn't blown his load right then and there. Donna was even tighter than he had remembered, and she was gripping him like there was no tomorrow and fuck, it felt so good. He stayed buried in her for a moment, then realized the experience could be enhanced if he could see her breasts too.

What could he say? He was a boobs man.

Harvey reached around, undoing the front clasp, delighted to see her breasts in their firm and perky glory. He put his hands on her, massaging, tweaking her nipples before squeezing them again. Donna moaned at all this contact, pushing her ass back onto his cock, reminding him that he was still balls deep inside her. Using her tits as leverage, he pulled back out completely before slamming back into her, starting his rhythm, in and out. Donna moaned every time he hit her sensitive spots, mouth in a continuous O until she saw someone from Bratton and Gould staring in.

"Harvey," she panted, "someone from across the street is watching us."

"Let's give them a show then," he grunted.

Slightly aggravated that someone was taking away their moment, Harvey marked his territory by pushing her full naked front towards the window, breasts and all

"Harvey!" Donna gasped, the cold glass making her nipples stiffen, sending delicious tingles to her clot.

Her boss responded by pounding into her harder and faster, this time hands on her waist. Harvey hoped she was close, because he couldn't hold out much longer. By the high pitched moaning he heard, all he had to do was hold on a little longer...

"Harv- Harvey- fuck-I'm so close-"

He circled his middle finger around her clit, rubbing it rapidly, until finally he heard

"Oh god, oh god- Harvey!" as she came clenching around his cock. Harvey continued to pump into her until he came the hardest he'd ever had in years. God, she was hot. Everything about her drove him absolutely wild.

In a haze, the two of them leaned onto the glass, not giving two fucks about the (now two) voyeurs whose eyes had been replaced with saucers.

"That was-" Donna started,

"Absolutely phenomenal and amazing? I've been told," Harvey finished, kissing down her neckline.

Donna laughed. She felt like a fucking sex goodness right now, a title that she had very well earned especially after what just happened. She sighed in content, until she felt Harvey's member still prominent against her backside.

"Still not spent? Wow, I've got to say, I'm impressed."

"I may be the best closer in town, but nobody seems to be able to close me.." he grinned. But it was true, Harvey had gained some insane stamina over the years. No girl had really been able to fully satiate his needs, but he had a feeling this was about to change.

"Challenge accepted," Donna smirked. With her bound hands, she pushed him back into the chair and sit on him again. She looped her arms around his neck while stroking his head with her folds but not quite sinking in yet. Harvey gritted her teeth his dick almost made it in, he began bucking upwards to hopefully speed things up.

"Impatient, aren't we?"

"Donna..." was all he could say. Or moan, really. Damn this woman and her amazing yoga hips.

She smiled, taking it as a victory. She leant forward and kissed him, immediately searching for access into his mouth as she let him enter her. He was in pure bliss, her breasts were pressed to his chest as his hands groped her ass to encourage her to keep going. Slowly, Donna started bouncing up and down, breaking away from the lip lock to throw her head back as she worked for her third orgasm. He met her thrust for thrust, mesmerized by her full breasts bouncing frantically in circles right in front of him. He blew air on her nipples, eliciting a loud moan out of her that heightened the sensitivity of his member.

Donna felt like she was close again, so she reached out, grabbed his hair, and shoved his face into her cleavage as she slammed down onto him at paces so fast she was pretty sure she broke the laws of physics. Harvey, greatly affected by her erotic move (no women had ever done THAT before), began to pump into her mercilessly in a desperate urge to get her to come before him. He started rubbing her clit again, and was relieved when she cursed and cajoled and finally shattered with a scream.

She clamped down on his cock so tightly that he lost it too. Grabbing her breasts and squeezing her soft flesh, he shot everything he had into her, milked to the very last drop. Harvey Specter could swoon Michael Jordan, argue his way out of speeding ticket, but at the moment he couldn't even breathe. He had never been so tired after sex.

They both collapsed onto her chair, and he wrapped his hands around her and she rested her face on the crook of his neck, breathing at the same rapid pace. They couldn't stop wondering why this oddly seemed so right.

hello, hope you enjoyed this little story :) there is so little darvey action thus far so i decided to do something about all of it.

read & review if you'd like to see more; i've written some other ones but don't know if they're worth sharing!

have a nice day woo hoo (sorry this is late)