Chapter 1: Jealousy.


His fingertip brushed the contour of her nose slowly, appreciating the feeling, the achievement of something he had craved for an unspeakable amount of time. His fingertip felt the warm air expelled by her while it slid down, above her lower lip.

Her lips part just an inch, and welcome his middle finger inside her mouth, wetting it before he pulls out.

"What?" She asked when seconds pass and he keeps staring.

No answer. Verbal, at least. His hand clutched her thigh a bit harder. The leg that kept them bunched together to the point where they noticed each other's breathing against their own skin.

"Just do it." she encouraged him, with only a whisper, to do whatever he had in his mind.

"Do what?"

She shook her head. "You're trying to seduce me. Once again." Said Donna.

"Well maybe… but I think I succeeded already. Look at us."

Unclad, breathing the same air, tasting each others' bodies. Physically exhausted, but mentally, more excited than ever.

"Have you heard about consent being reversible? Well, it is."

"Are you gonna get up and say you don't want me?"

"Not even as a joke." she denied. "I may think you are the one who could do that."

"Ouch. Seriously, now?" he dared joke because he knew she wasn't serious. Hadn't they been in this place, tangled in each other, he wouldn't be so sure.

"I'm just kidding. Bad joke?"

"Terrible."

"I'll just shut up."

"Please do." he said, and rolled himself above her, his breathing returning to a faster speed with every second. Her legs scaled up his waist, the smoothness of her skin caressing his sides.

Donna breathed in knowing what was coming. Then she felt that paralyzing rush of ecstasy, and breathed out involuntarily, meanwhile her fingernails pinched his shoulders, just a bit.

The side of her neck felt like burning; then she realized he was biting and sucking in there. We have work tomorrow, she thought. But she wasn't gonna stop him. She was loving every biting, every lick of his tongue. She found herself releasing her purrs of pleasure to the air; she felt them growing at the base of her chest. Her body felt exploding and her eyes found his, only to disappear after in the blur they got in.

….

Donna got up from her leather chair, her eyes tired and her head sore. It was ten p.m. and they were still there. Bloody appeal. Normally she wouldn't have anything to do here, but an appeal means having to reopen a case, pulling old boxes filled with papers and subpoenas for everyone involved in the original case. She was there to help, since it was a case she had to testify in. Harvey said they could revise her testimony and prepare for court after he was done with the new paperwork.

She walked to his office, and from outside, she spotted a familiar face seating in front of him. That strawberry blonde hair, that hand movement when speaking… that purse. Ugh, just who I needed to see today.

She stood up outside, waiting for the right moment. In that second, he noticed her standing and motioned for her to come in. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. It's been a while since she's seen that bitch. Lauren Callahan was one of the dirtiest, greediest and cynical businesswoman in this city. And, she was beautiful, she had to give her that. Way past her forties, had a gorgeous body.

"Sorry to interrupt, honey." She knew that last word wasn't necessary. But she decided to use it that very same millisecond. She knew exactly why that woman was here, in Harvey's office. He stared at her, serious at first, then smiled. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"No problem."

Donna walked confidently towards him, around his desk, placing a hand on his shoulder and standing behind him. "Lauren, so good to see you! It's been a while."

"It truly has." The other woman smiled not so sincerely. That cheap attempt of kindness, Donna used to say.

Harvey held Donna's hand with his own, and squeezed it softly. "I can come back later." Donna said.

"I was just leaving." Said Lauren, and stood up quietly, grabbing her D&G white purse and her (beautiful) wool coat. "Consider what I said, Harvey." she finished and directed him a fabricated, almost perverse grin.

"Will do." he replied lazily.

Lauren walked out, only the clicking sound of her heels resonating through those walls. When she was out of sight, he sighed.

"What did she want?" Donna asked with disdain.

"What do you think?" he raised his head to meet her eyes.

"Oh Jeez." she leaned against the edge of the desk, right beside him. "That woman has no shame."

"Definitely not. Although I can't say I'm surprised."

"Wait. There is only one thing I can think of that she would offer you, because you already have money, so..." she stated, and then eyed him suspiciously. She knew him too well, she saw the answer in his eyes before asking. "Sex."

"Yup." he replied.

"Damn!" she exclaimed. "What did you say?"

"Just what you witnessed."

As much as she loved Harvey, she knew he might hide some information from her, in order to keep the peace. Information he might consider irrelevant, but that she would like him to tell her. An eyebrow raised in her face and her eyes demanded the full version.

"For real. I told her I wasn't interested, that's all."

"So there is more than what I heard."

"No, Donna, there isn't." he placed a hand on her thigh. "There was a plain rejection, but she's obviously desperate because this case is being reopened and she has no leverage or upper hand whatsoever."

"You rejected Lauren Callahan…" she started the sentence while she stared through the window, out to the sky filled with stars. "I thought you found her attractive."

"I do. I'm not castrated, sweetheart."

"Oh." she raised her eyebrows. She loved doing this with him. "So old habits never die."

"Just because I slept with her doesn't mean I want her now."

A smile grew in her face slowly. "Well, she's gorgeous."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm just saying… I envy her. Not her, she's a shady bitch, but she has a body to die for. Never could quite hide a repentine low in my self-esteem whenever she came around the office."

"You… are jealous… of Lauren Callahan?"

"Well… I was. At some point."

"Wait… was that jealousy only because of her physical or because she slept with me years ago?"

Thank you, he finally got the indirect. She couldn't help but laugh. "Well congrats, you figured it out."

He smiled. "You shouldn't feel jealous… of anyone." his expression and his tone became serious. "I should be the one feeling jealous."

She didn't foresee this conversation turning out like this. But it surprised her and now she wanted to let him express himself.

"I never did what I should have done, I never…" his gaze wandered through the room while he searched for the right words. Meanwhile, she observed, waited, his hand on her bare thigh and her fingers on his. "I wasted all that time… And there were a few guys before me, they…" There came his insecurity. "Some of them, not all of them, because some of them were just idiots, and you were too much for them."

She smiled, tenderness taking over her.

"But some of them, they really loved and cared about you, and… you put me before them and even before you, even when I… I couldn't even be honest with you."

"Honey, we've talked about this. There's no need for you to do this. I chose you, you chose me, and that's it. Sooner or later, but it happened."

"Yeah, well… Lauren offered me sex because that's all she has to offer. But you have… everything. And I would never want you to compare yourself to her or any other woman. Because I could never have with anyone else what I have with you."

She got closer to him, caressed his face, stared at him for a second, then his mouth, and finally kissed him. A tender kiss, a piece of fondness for the soul. Then, she reached to his ear. "Let's go home now, Casanova. I wanna have right now that thing you can't have with anyone else."


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