A.N.: Hi, guys! I've been working on this forever and almost three months later, here it is! lol
This is a very late birthday gift to mieh and AlternateShadesofBlue, love you to death, ladies!
And I want to thank Elle for betaing this and Bianca, Beatriz and Nalu for being the best cheerleaders ever, love you!
I hope you enjoy this!
"Here," Donna slaps a piece of paper on his desk.
Harvey's only answer is a raised brow.
"It's been six months since we moved here, Harvey. You still haven't hired a secretary. There's only so much I can do to help you while doing my own job. You missed the deadline to subpoena the documents on the Stanton's case." She pushes the paper further down his desk towards him. "Schedule the interviews for tomorrow."
She gives him a pointed look and starts leaving his office when he mumbles, "You're not the boss of me."
"Whatever makes you sleep at night, sweetie," she says over her shoulder before walking into the hall.
The next morning Donna arrives at the firm by herself, since Harvey has a breakfast meeting.
Her morning is very busy working with Rachel working on some bureaucratic stuff and it's only close to 2 pm when they finally have the time to grab lunch.
She goes by Harvey's office before heading to the front desk to wait for Rachel and sees a handful of women sitting outside.
"I see you have scheduled the interviews," she says in a sassy tone, standing by his door.
He turns around to see her there, clearly gloating. "I did."
"Like I told you to." She can barely contain her grin.
"No, I checked my schedule and realized I'd have time for it today," he answers her with a tight smile.
She shakes her head with a laugh and he drops the act. There was never a doubt about who bosses the other around, not even when he was the 'boss'.
"I'm grabbing lunch with Rachel now. Good luck!"
Harvey gives her a genuine smile this time and watches her go until she disappears down the hallway, watching the sway of her hips would never get old.
Donna takes a turn at the end of the hall to find Rachel talking to a redhead. The woman has on a tight dress and is holding a folder on one hand and her handbag on the other.
"... she told me his office was this way." Donna gets close enough and catches just the end of what she's saying.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks Rachel.
"Sure, Jackie here was just asking me for directions to Harvey's office, she has an interview now. Please tell me he's finally getting a secretary!" Rachel exclaims in an over dramatic tone, making the woman laugh a little watching the two friends interaction.
"He already did, actually." She turns to the woman, who has already replaced her smile for a frown. "The interviews took place earlier today and I'm afraid he has already come to a decision."
Donna's overly sweet tone makes Rachel look sideways at her.
"Oh! I could swear he said two thirty." Jackie looks confused and upset at the same time.
"You see, he couldn't even keep track of his own time. That's how bad he was in need of a secretary. I apologise to you on his behalf." Donna leaves no room for further argument and with a quiet 'thanks' to Donna and Rachel, she turns around and leaves.
"Let's go?" Donna starts walking without waiting for Rachel's reply, making the brunette hurry a bit to catch up.
"Did Harvey really hire a secretary this morning?" Rachel raises an eyebrow at her friend.
"No," she pauses before adding, "But he will have hired one by the end of the afternoon."
"So you lied to that woman… That redheaded - who could have been your husband's future secretary - woman," Rachel has to quicken her steps to keep up with Donna.
"I did."
There's a moment of silence before Rachel bursts out laughing.
"I never thought I'd see the day Donna Paulsen would be jea-" She stops mid sentence upon seeing Donna's murderous look at her.
She raises her hands to show defeat and they resume walking.
It doesn't take more than ten seconds before Rachel starts laughing again.
"Oh, shut up." Donna says and starts waking faster, intended on leaving her best friend behind.
It is almost 4pm when Donna finds the time to swing by Harvey's office again to ask how the interviews went. He looks so concentrated in whatever it is he is doing that she just stands there by his door observing him.
"You could take a picture, you know," he says startling her.
She walks up to him, using the arms of his chair to lean forward and place a chaste but lingering kiss on his lips before leaning back on his desk to look down at him.
"A picture wouldn't be able to do this," she smirks at him.
His only reaction is to shake his head at her with a small smile.
"So, how did the interviews go?" she asks.
"They went well. You did great with selecting them, they were all very qualified and experienced. Already made a call, Mrs. Patterson will be starting tomorrow." Donna raises an eyebrow at his cheeky grin and his emphasis on the "Mrs.".
"Okaaay… That's good." She looks at him strangely and makes a move to leave. "I'll be able to leave in an hour or so. What time do you think you'll be done here?"
"Come to think of it, you didn't do such a great job with your selection," Harvey says instead of answering her question.
"What? I chose the best!" Is he really questioning her capacity?
"One of them was a no show, and I was really looking forward to meet her, she had the best resume." The shake of his head is a bit theatrical, but Donna doesn't seem to notice.
"That's a shame." Her posture doesn't betray a thing.
"Yeah, I even thought about calling her, you know." He stands up and walks up to her in the middle of the room where she's standing. "Maybe I told her the wrong time or something… I have been overdone with work." His tone is full on mocking now and Donna knows she's busted.
"Fine, how did you know?"
Harvey shoots her his big Cheshire cat grin. He is enjoying this way too much.
"She called to apologize. Said she got here late, and a nice redhead told her she probably got the time wrong. Now, I only know one redhead…" Harvey's still amused, but his expression is questioning.
Donna exhales before answering, "She was also a redhead." She raises an eyebrow at him waiting for his comeback. She doesn't seem ashamed or apologetic.
"Seriously? You thought that would be a problem?" Harvey was close to shocked that she would worry about something like this. "You were worried I'd have a thing for my secretary just because she was a redhead? I have already lived through the whole affair with the secretary cliché."
The old Harvey would feel insulted and attack, but right now he was more amused, and curious, than anything.
"That was never my concern. I just like being the only redhead in your life," she says with a simple shrug. That was Donna Paulsen. Never apologizing for who she was.
"Well, there was Mrs. Garfield, you know?" he teases her. She doesn't dignify his comment with an answer.
"So, what, I'll never have another redhead in my life?" he asks.
She gets closer to him and messes with his tie just so she can put it back in place. "Of course you will, old man. Our daughter will be just like me, red hair and pure awesomeness." And with a light tap to his cheek, she leaves him standing there with a silly grin on his face.
Harvey gets home later that day and all he wants is a tumbler of scotch and to have dinner with his wife. Somehow that perfectly good day had turned out a bit sour when he realized he had a pile of stacked papers forgotten at the end of his desk that he needed to go through before going home. Donna was right – as always – he really needed a secretary.
He leaves his keys at the small table by the entrance and goes in search of Donna. She had left earlier than him with a promise to wait for him for dinner.
He stops in his tracks when he arrives at his home office. She has her back to him and Dear Lord! What a vision!
He doesn't think he has ever seen Donna in a formal skirt, sure she uses the item often at home or for their casual outings, flowy long ones most of the time, but this…
She has on a skin-tight high waisted skirt that stops just below her knees, with a silver zipper running through all its length on her back. The burgundy skirt is paired with a silky cream button up blouse, its long sleeves rolled up just above her elbows and her hair is up in a bun so neat that it makes him want to mess it all up. Her nude pumps make her legs seem longer than they already are and all he can think about is them up in the air while he thrusts inside her.
He means to call her name, but he only manages an awkward cough due to his dry throat.
"Oh, you're here." She turns around as if her being all dressed up like that at home was a normal thing. And she is wearing glasses? Squared tortoise ones… She looks every bit the part of a naughty librarian, or a secretary.
Her blood red lips pull up in a smile upon seeing his dazzled look.
"What's all this about? Not that I'm complaining…" He looks her up and down once again, noticing dark lace peeking from between the opened buttons of her blouse.
"Well, you see, Mr. Specter, you told me earlier today that you have already been through all the, how did you put it? 'An affair with the secretary cliché'.But you're wrong." Donna beckons him to her with her finger and starts untying his tie when he gets close. "I wasn't your secretary during the other time, and I hadn't been your secretary for a long time when you came to your senses and showed up at my door." She raises an eyebrow at him and watches his expression become pensive.
He shakes his head trying to focus. "But what does that have to do with this?" he asks motioning to her outfit.
"I thought a little roleplay could help you with that…" The naughty grin Donna sends him has him getting into character quicker than she expected. It even makes her giggle at his eagerness.
"So, Ms. Paulsen, you're saying that as my secretary you're here to do anything to please me?" He askS while going around his desk to sit on his chair. His tone is full of promises and makes her skin tingle.
"I sure am, Mr. Specter." She moves to stand in front of him, leaning on his desk while waiting for his command.
He eyes her up and down for the millionth time since he saw her. He takes his time thinking about his options, grabbing a pen from his desk and twisting it around his fingers.
Donna sees the exact moment he decides what to do, his smirk and his eyes giving away that he is already enjoying it way too much.
Suddenly, he drops his pen on the ground, right between his legs, and raises an eyebrow at her.
Donna licks her lips in anticipation and holds herself on the arms of his chair so she can kneel in front of him as gracefully as her skirt allows it.
"You've dropped your pen, Mr. Specter." She holds it up to him with one hand, while the other slowly climbs up his thigh. "Anything else you'd like me to do?"
"There is, in fact. You can open my pants. I want to see you take my dick in between these delicious red lips of yours." He goes straight to the point and Donna silently gasps at the blunt order.
Harvey cocks his head to the side, as if to ask her what she is waiting for, and that has her getting into action, quickly taking care of his belt before opening the button of his pants.
"As you wish, sir," she says, already freeing him from his boxers.
Donna hears his strangled moan and doesn't know if he enjoyed being called 'sir' or the feel of her hands on him. She'd have to test it out later on.
She makes a point of looking him in the eyes as she runs her tongue up his length before enveloping the head of his dick in her mouth. She then takes his whole member into her mouth.
"Donna…" Harvey groans closing his eyes, and just like that he goes out of character.
She sucks him all the way up and lets it out with a pop. He looks at her, and once she sees him eyeing her hairdo and sees his knuckles go white grabbing the arms of his chair, she knows what he's dying to do. She straightens up her back for a moment, making him throw a confused look at her, and reaches for the single pin holding her hair together.
With a small shake of her head, the red locks fall over her shoulders and she can see Harvey's eyes go a tad darker with desire. She dives in once again, taking him in completely, and he wastes no time grabbing a handful of her hair and guiding her at the pace he prefers.
Donna alternates between licking and sucking him, until he feels like he won't last long if she continues working her magic on him.
"Stand up," he commands, already tugging on her hair and holding her elbows to help her stand up.
"What…"
"Turn around, hands on the desk," his voice leaves no room for discussion and Donna obeys promptly.
He moves his chair to stand directly behind her, at eye level with her ass, outlined by that sinful skirt.
"It feels like Christmas morning," he says reaching for the zipper.
Donna can't help but moan in anticipation. As much as she loves to take the reins in the bedroom – and she knows Harvey loves when she does it too –, she always gets a thrill when the domineering and bossy Harvey comes out to play.
She feels the cold air on her skin when he opens her skirt, the piece of clothing falling at her feet.
He follows the outline of her lacy panties, from her right hip to the middle of her ass, watching as her skin comes alive with goosebumps at his touch.
The first smack catches her by surprise and has her gasping before moaning when he soothes her burning skin by softly rubbing his palm over it.
He stands up, pressing his whole body up against her back. "Unbutton your blouse," he says in her ear, while pulling her back by the hips against his groin and laying kisses and small bites on her neck.
He watches as she goes for the first button on the top, his lips pulling into a devious smile as he catches the smallest tremble to her fingers. He bites the junction of her neck and shoulder a bit harder when her breasts come into view, covered by the same dark green lace as her ass.
Donna pulls herself together and goes even slower. Two can play at the teasing game. When she takes almost 5 seconds to undo a button, Harvey catches on what she's doing and digs his fingers a little deeper into her hips. "Are you capable of finishing this task or do I have to do it for you?" he whispers in her ear.
She hurries through the last couple buttons and his hands leave her hips to tug at her blouse, making it fall at her feet too. He turns her around and lifts her onto his desk. Soon he has gotten rid of her bra and is taking a perk nipple in between his lips.
Harvey hears her moan and feels her fingernails grazing his scalp, holding his head close to her body. He groans at the feeling and flicks his tongue repeatedly over her bud, until she's arching her back and urging him to pay some attention to her other breast.
Donna feels his cock pushing at her entrance through her panties and pushes right back, letting out a long moan at the sensation the friction was causing her body.
"Harvey, please…" So much for staying in character herself.
"Please what?" he asks, chuckling at her impatience.
"Touch me, lick me, fuck me… but do something! Now!" She takes a hold of his hair at the base of his neck and pulls his head back.
That's when he finally kisses her. His own impatience showing in the way he sucks on her tongue and bites her lower lip. He breaks the kiss and sits back on his chair, getting to eye level with her dripping pussy.
"So wet…" he groans, running his thumb over her slit and circling her clit a few times.
Donna, who's holding her weight with her palms on his desk, drops to her elbows when he does that. The teasing having gone for way too long.
However, before she can plead him again, he's pushing the fabric to the side and his tongue is running the same path his thumb did seconds ago.
"Yeees…" Donna's voice is low when she says that.
"So eloquent," Harvey teases, feeling all cocky for being the one responsible for her reaction.
He holds her hips more forcefully, pushing his tongue at her entrance and making her tremble. He sucks at her clit and she gasps and arches her back, wanting him to stop and never stop at the same time.
"Harvey…"
"Yes, honey?" He teases, already standing up.
"Just fuck me. Right the hell now!"
He pulls her to her feet and turns her around, an arm around her waist and the other pinching a nipple, making her moan and rest her head back on his shoulder.
"I thought I was the boss around here?" He looks at her and her answer is a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised at him.
"You," he lets go of her, grabs her wrists behind her back and presses her on the desk, "are a terrible secretary!"
"I'm the best you'll ever have!" She answers back without losing a beat, looking over her shoulder at him.
And for a moment she sees his eyes softening before he answers, "Yes, you are!"
But she's left wondering if she has just imagined it, because soon his wicked grin is back and there's another smack on her ass.
She barely has time to brace herself on the desk. He doesn't bother taking off her underwear, he just shoves it to the side and enters her in one swift motion. Donna meets him thrust for thrust, arching her back and angling her hips to take all of him.
Harvey tangles his fingers in her hair and tugs it, motioning for her to stand, her back against his chest.
It doesn't take long for him to feel his pleasure arriving. "Touch yourself, come with me!" And that's an order that she'll always obey.
A few more deep thrusts and she comes. The feel of her tight walls taking him over the edge with her.
Donna holds herself on his desk and Harvey drops his forehead to her shoulder, placing gentle kisses there while both try to catch their breaths.
After a while, he slides off her and she complains at the lack of contact. He rearranges her panties and pull up his pants. He sits back on his chair and pulls her on his lap. She still has her pumps on, and he never bothered with taking his shirt and suit off.
"I've always wanted to do that." He has a lazy smile playing on his lips.
"Harvey, we have done this before. Right here on this desk, in a lot of different ways," she wiggles her eyebrows at him, making him chuckle.
"No. I meant, fuck you, as my secretary," he confesses.
"Tell me more," she starts running her fingers through his hair.
"I can't remember how many times I've pictured you bent over on that cubicle of yours… The dresses with the full zipper on the back? Always a trigger. You've made me develop a fetish for zippers." Now his words make her laugh.
"God, we wasted a lot of time, huh?" She drops her hand to his chest and gives him a wistful smile.
"We did," he holds the side of her neck and brings her head down so he can kiss her forehead. "But I'd say we are making up for the lost time just fine."
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