Rachel's engagement party had been a success, to the surprise of, well, no one. Whoever knew the great Donna Paulsen was in charge already had no doubts it would be nothing less of phenomenal, and that it was.
The whole fiesta had been held in Rachel's parents house, large and elegant and most of all, warm. It had so far been a night of fine dining, smart drinking, and genuine laughing. Rachel looked radiant standing by her hubby-to-be, while Mike just smiled like he was the happiest idiot on Earth. Donna was truly happy for them.
Despite her swimming in the compliments of her party-planning and many offers to arrange other events, Donna couldn't fully concentrate on her maid-of-honor duties for one reason: Harvey. He had shown up a little early to help her get ready and make she didn't drink too much wine, which was unexpected and sweet, even if it raised the eyebrows of the puppy and his fiance. He was glad he was here, except she was intoxicated enough that her mine was in the gutter. She couldn't staring at him every time he crossed her peripherals, thinking about what his hands and tongue could do and how fantastic his ass was. The last few times of sleeping with him had ramped her hormones tenfold, but at least it made her satisfied and happy. As they made eye contact and he winked at her, Donna felt a downpour under her dress and decided that she would subscribe to the Specter Treatment once again tonight.
Harvey, on the other hand, was having a difficult time not thinking about Donna's breasts pressed against his office window. The last few times he had been with Donna in that way had left quite some impressions in his memory, all of which he could not stop from thinking about at probably the most inappropriate time possible. He figured it was being at an event, celebrating such an intimate bond. Did he want that too? As much as he wanted more, though, he was wary of approaching her yet again in case she thought he was just using her to scratch an itch. He wasn't, but they weren't together, and he just didn't want to fuck it up. What the fuck were they anyway?
It must have been the french bottle of champagne or the tequila shot he knew Donna had right before the party started, because one look share with Donna told him all- she wanted it bad. He wasn't trying to be overconfident, but when he made eye contact, she had blatantly dragged his eyes across his body, subconsciously licking her lips, giving her a look that was borderline predatory, and it sent shivers down his spine. To maintain composure, he did all that he could manage at that moment- he winked. The effect on her was instant, obvious, and so fucking hot. He pondered how tonight was going to end up, finishing his third flute of the bubbly substance before heading off into Mike's direction in order to stay distracted.
~an hour later~
"Thank you again, Donna!" Rachel hugged her best friend, beaming with joy. Tonight was absolutely perfect and she was ecstatic that everyone she loved had been there to celebrate this moment with her.
"Anything for you, Rach," she smiled back. Donna was a woman of simple things- if the people she loved were happy, she was happy.
"It's actually pretty late- I was wondering if you'd like to stay? There are some people who are also too drunk to go home, but I definitely saved our best guestroom for you."
"Aw, Rachel, that's sweet. But, uh," She scanned her eyes around the and was glad to see that among the thread of people still left, Harvey was one of them. "Yeah, actually, do you mind if I stay? I heard you have killer beds at Hotel Zane."
Rachel giggled. "Oh, come on, Donna! You're being ridiculous. It's just any old other house."
"I'm pretty sure there are people who have visited your house still roaming the halls because your house is so damn big and they can't get out. Seriously, if I became as intimidating as your father, could I have this much money?"
Rachel laughed again. "I think you'd have more, because it'd be such a turn-on, men would just throw their money at you, especially with that red hair. Here, let me show you to your room."
Rachel had indeed kept her word. Her room was gorgeous, decorated to the nines with high ceilings, large windows, and chandeliers with a bed that looked like it was made for sleeping forever. Donna was pleased, giddy with the fact that she had this privilege to be the bride-to-be's first pick. If her suite looked like this, though, the others must not have been too shabby.
It occurred to her, though, what mattered to her more was who she was sharing it with, which was why she needed to execute her plan right now or that certain someone might go home and leave her high and… wet.
"This is great, Rach! But I don't want you to miss all the guests leaving and I'm sure they want to see you, so let's go back!"
To her relief, Harvey was still there, looking so effortlessly perfect in Tom Ford. She reflected for a moment how lucky she was to be able to see this man who everyone thought was perfectly composed 24/7 be riled up and completely at her mercy as she made him squirm and moan "Oh, fuck, Donna," all at the same time.
The person he was talking to (some hotshot lawyer at Zane's office, she guessed) left, so Donna went in for the kill.
"Hey," she approached him, with a soft smile.
"Hi there." He responded softly, looking directly at her with his chocolatey brown eyes, making her knees go weak.
At the end of the day, regardless of the fact of how much she wanted to physically be with him, there was always a sense of comfort she got from Harvey in knowing that he was always willing to keep her company.
"You leaving soon?"
"Just about, probably. I don't want to keep Ray waiting too long."
"You still have that man on alert? Just take a cab."
"And wrinkle my million dollar suit? No, thank you. If you decide to stay later and take a cab, however," he leaned in, giving her a whiff of some magical cologne that made her want to jump him literally right now, "do be careful." He whispered into her ear.
Donna, focus! She told herself. Pay attention now, have your reward later!
"Actually," she responded, further leaning into him until she had the upper hand and her cheeks were brushing by his, "I'm staying. Rachel's offered me her best guest room. I was wondering, though," she leaned closer and breathed into his ear, "if you'd like to stay with me. Because all I've thought about this entire night is ripping off your suit so you can properly fuck me."
Harvey reeled back in surprise, suppressing a groan, but refused to back down to her challenge. "Fine by me, Donna. Tell me which room it is and I'll sneak in and I'll blow off Tom Ford for the night."
"He's not the only one getting blown off tonight," Donna countered, giving a wink of her own this time, paired with the look of pure naughtiness on her face as she sauntered off. Harvey couldn't help but clench his teeth and try not to punch something to prevent the tent from pitching in his pants. Soon, he thought.
"Mike, where's the bathroom?"
Finally, finally, finally. After another 45 minutes of wrapping ends up, Donna was done for the night. She bid her farewells to the puppy and his lover, and headed for her room. In the last ten minutes, she had lost sight of Harvey, unsure if he had to run off for some last minute law firm business or what. Even Rachel had noticed his strange disappearance, and she was the big star of the night. Either way, she'd check the phone charging in her room to see if he texted her or so she could text him to ask where he was.
Donna sighed, opening the door, and walked in. But before she could turn on the nights, the door slammed and she was pushed against it. She smiled knowingly.
To her surprise, Harvey started laughed sheepishly. "Sorry, this didn't work out as planned. I thought you wouldn't want anyone to know I was spending the night so I snuck in but then I was waiting too long and it got kind of hard-"
She silenced him by pulling him down for a kiss. He immediately let her in, savoring her lips that he never seemed to get enough of.
"Someone's bold tonight," he whispered into their still-dark room.
"Yeah, I had three more shots of tequila right after dinner," she giggled.
His expression suddenly turned serious. "Are you sure you still want to be here then, and it's not just the alcohol talking?"
"Harvey, I propositioned you into having sex with me in your glass office building. Trust me when I say that I want you, regardless of alcohol or not."
He was surprised by her statement, a seemingly honest confession coaxed out of her. He decided to shake it off, as it was was likely that she was just saying these things because her conscience was a little muddled, but couldn't help but making himself vulnerable by saying he felt the same and kissing her senseless yet again.
She moaned. "Please, Harvey. Take me to bed."
"Don't mind if I do." He led the way, holding her hand as they walked through the dark. As they walked past a window, Harvey was able to look at Donna through the moonlight, with her red dress and tall heels. His heart swelled, she was truly a beautiful person inside out and he realized he truly was a lucky bastard to even know her in the first place.
He led her to the bed where she laid down eagerly and pulled Harvey on top of her. He landed with a ommph and laughed, until he saw her eyes darkened with lust and felt her hands roaming his body and realized it wasn't the right time to be laughing.
He began placing hot wet kisses down her neck, to which she began to writhe eagerly. He prided himself in knowing the nooks and crannies of Donna Paulsen, and decided he was going to go the extra mile for her to have a good time.
"You should wear red more," he breathed, as he continued sucking on her neck, " because in all my wet dreams and fantasies where I see you and I have to have my way with you, no matter where we are or who we're with, that's the color you're wearing."
"Harvey," she groaned before she smiled, "are you admitting you dream about me?"
He chuckled to himself. Even in the midst of their sexual encounters, she still refused to let an opportunity of self promotion slip by. He loved that about her, upping the stakes of the game just to make the situation harder to handle.
"You have no idea, Donna." He maneuvered his hands to pull down the strap of her dress, a pulse of desire coursing through him as he discovered the answer to the question he had been wondering all night as to whether she was wearing a bra, to which, he was right, she wasn't. As her breasts were exposed to him, he shifted his position, using one arm to prop up right next to her.
"One night," he continued as he began to gently kneaded her left breast as she began to squirm deliciously under him, "I dreamt that I was working on closing a client and you walked by the conference room and I couldn't resist. I dropped everything and we went to the file room where I lifted up your skirt, ripped off your underwear, grabbed a handful of your ass while lifting you up, and impaled you with my dick, where I made you scream out in pleasure again and again."
To his delight, she was writhing out of control "H-harvey," she cried, "no more games." She moved her hands onto his ass and tried to push him down further so she their nether regions could touch.
"Nuh-uh! You asked, so I'm telling."
She groaned. Harvey could be such a dick sometimes, and she would have shoved him off already if she didn't want his dick so bad.
"Hurry the fuck up then."
"Just because you said that, I'm going to take my time. Anywho, on another night, I dreamt you had another one of your dinner parties, where I helped cook of course. You invited Mike and Rachel, who sat across from us and didn't know we were together, and you wore a red pleated skirt, which made your legs look great, by the way. It gave me a hard-on the moment you opened the door to let me in. I placed my hand on your knee, in which you visibly stiffened, but in a way that only I would notice because I'm me and I know you too. I stroked your thigh for a little bit and then I moved my hand up your skirt, kind of like this," He emphasized the last word as he did exactly what he had done in his dream, slowly flipping up the skirt portion of her dress. "Then I played with the hem of your lace panties, before I pulled them off," he did exactly so, causing Donna to arch her back, "and I rubbed my fingers at the edge of your clit, just, like, this."
By this point, Donna was so ready to have him, it was making him unbearably hard, harder than he had ever been in any dream of her. With her dress pulled down and exposing her most intimate parts and her fidgeting with her eyes shut, the sight was impossibly erotic. Ghosting his finger around the apex of her thighs, he realized she was soaking, all for him. It placed his mind into overdrive, thinking that he wanted nothing but to be buried in her heat. This was going to end sooner than he thought if he didn't get a grip.
"Harvey!" Donna's voice broke through his thoughts of delirium. "If you don't fucking touch me right now, I will quit and you can find yourself another fucking PA!"
He chuckled, continuing on with his charade. "I was just about to get to it. You still seemed to remain composure so I stuck one finger in and you tried to clamp your legs to push me out but I discreetly used my other hand to keep them open enough to still be considered a lady but also enough so I could continue fucking you." He moved a finger into her folds, groaning out loud at how tight she already was.
"I moved it in and out and you begged me with your body to go faster even though you had to keep talking to Rachel about weird restaurant places. As masters of disguises, of course, neither Mike or Rachel noticed. Then I put in a second finger," Donna nearly howled at the sensation overload, "and I brought you closer to the edge as I moved faster and began rubbing your clit at the same time."
Harvey was now steadily moving his fingers in and out of her, still amazed at how wet she was and heavily anticipating what it would feel like to put his erection inside her instead. But she was close, and he wanted to get her off.
"As you were about to come, you accidentally let out a moan, which Mike and Rachel would be dumb not to notice. I pull my fingers out and explain that you aren't feeling well, so they excuse themselves and leave." He continued his ministrations. "As soon as they left, I bent you over the dinner table," he pulled his fingers out as Donna hissed and thrashed on the bed, "lifted up your skirt, moved your panties to the side, since they were lace and I knew they had to be expensive." Harvey quickly moved his face down towards until he was breathing into her opening, "and I fucked you, long," he gave her opening one long swipe with his tongue, "and hard." He began to lick her entrance, having no mercy on the amount of pleasure he was dealing her. He immediately felt her hands in his hair, indicating a rhythm that begged him to faster. Deciding she's had enough, he complied, devouring her as she was was the last meal in his lifetime. It almost made him lose his shit.
"FUCK!" she yelled as she herself let go on Harvey's lips. She felt like couldn't breathe, she'd never orgasmed so hard in her life. It was amazing, it felt like she was flying. This was just what she needed, though she would never admit to Harvey that she had literally just seen stars. The stress of her entire day was gone, and before she knew it, she was overcome with exhaustion along with the feeling of being extremely satisfied.
Harvey watched her hit her peak and made sure she was okay. His dick was ready to burst open by now, but he was still hesitant on asking that from her as she saw that her eyes were still shut and her breathing erratic. She lifted her neck up to see Harvey still in his previous position, eyes a little cautious, as if not sure what to expect.
"God, that was-" she tried,
"That's too formal, just call me Harvey."
She threw her head back and groaned, "I hate you."
"On the contrary," he moved back up to level with her face, "I feel the opposite." He moved strands of hair on her face. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just let me catch my breath." she closed her eyes.
He heard a laugh suddenly.
"What's so funny? You weren't laughing five minutes ago," he teased.
"No, I'm just thinking," her voice trailed off.
"About what?"
"The fact that I," she took a deep breath, "just got closed," her voice becoming more and more faint, "by Harvey Specter," she barely finished with a whisper.
Harvey realized what was happening too late. In the midst of trying to give Donna Paulsen the orgasm of her life, he had gone and fucked it up for himself. Now he was here, with the biggest case of blue balls he had ever had, with the woman to blame having fallen asleep.
"Shit," he muttered. He pulled the rest of the dress off and hanging it up, knowing she would kill him if he didn't take care of her Valentino gown. After tucking her in, he went to the bathroom and took care of himself by flashing back memories of the first time Donna and him had crossed the line after ten years.
After he was done, he wasn't as nearly pent up but was still frustrated, but decided to let it go as there was nothing he could do now except snuggle up next to his fiery redhead and hope she was just as into morning sex as he was.
An extremely tame chapter, considering how long I've made you guys wait. Sorry about that! But since it's approaching a year since I initially published this, I have a smut-filled chapter coming up on Valentine's day to celebrate the anniversary ~~ Hopefully that'll make up for my AWOL-ness, LOL.
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