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Benching

Co-written with Follow-ur-Shadow

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Donna hangs up the phone, tears off the post-it with the information she just scribbled down, and flies out of her chair with a giddiness she can barely contain.

As she struts into her boss' office, his eyes roam over her body, gazing down in the blink of an eye, and heat flushes her insides. It's been a year since she indulged in the majestic sensual joy that is Harvey Specter. And although, in order to be able to work together, she drew a sharp line in the sand to keep their lines from blurring, she is but a mere mortal. And every so often, the sight of him tingles her tulip.

She attributes the delectable desire to the fact her calendar tells her she's ovulating and the sensation between her legs has nothing to do with Harvey wearing neither tie nor jacket, his underarms being exposed or his hair being just slightly disheveled from where he's run his fingers through it too often. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, she thinks, but she must have been thinking that for a while, because his voice rumbles through the office.

"Do you need something, Donna?"

Shaking herself from her reverie, the original reason for her visit comes rushing back, and she hands him the yellow note. "Your boyfriend called. He can't make it tonight but asked to meet you tomorrow instead."

Harvey rolls his eyes. "He's not my boyfriend."

"So you say, but when was the last time you went out with a girl that regularly?"

"We're not going out. We're working out. Big difference," he says, typing away at his keyboard.

For months now, Harvey has been boxing with Thomas Kessler—Louis' client, whom he met at the New Year's reception—and as with nearly all aspects of his life, Donna is the one arranging his schedule. And so far, she's had a handful of conversations with Thomas, and she can't help but be intrigued by the person the always-guarded Harvey Specter seems to be fond of. She shifts her weight and places a hand on her hip, trying to draw his attention. "So, when do I get to meet the illustrious Mr. Kessler?"

"You don't. Now, go away." He shoots her a quick almost-there smile and returns his focus to his laptop screen.

The immediate dismissal only fuels her interest, and she says, "Ooh, are you afraid he might be into me?"

He throws her a you're-crazy-but-not-completely-wrong look, so she adds the only thing she can think of to make him feel better. "You know, we could always have a threesome."

For a second, the casual comment stuns Harvey into silence, his dick twitching happily under the desk at the mere idea. "I remember you once telling me you weren't into that." He smirks, sitting backward and abandoning his proposal.

"I never said that." She raises her eyebrows suggestively, then turns on her heel and quickly heads for her cubicle, cursing her hormones sending her way over the boundary she so carefully treads. Because it's definitely the hormones speaking. Not the fact Thomas' voice sounded like a warm bath over the phone. One she wouldn't mind getting very naked for. Oh, stop it, Paulsen!


A sigh escapes Donna's lips as she tries to wiggle the extension cord in the socket under the reception desk. Her dress—too tight to hunch down in—forced her to throw herself over the abandoned front desk in search of those three goddamn holes. She's been at it for a good minute, sliding herself further over the wood to get a better look. She nearly has the pins plugged, she just needs a little—

"Ahem. Excuse me, miss?"

Like the thing released an electrical shock, she drops the cord, inhaling sharply.

"I'm looking for Harvey Specter."

Her breath hitches. Having her ass up in the air was not exactly how she had expected the introduction to go with the man whose voice she'd recognize out of a thousand. And how long had he been standing there? Oh god. She nervously straightens her dress a few times before swiveling around. "Thomas Kessler?"

"That's me," the tall, dark, and very handsome stranger drawls, and Donna's knees wobble. He is exactly the kind of man she envisioned. He's tall, taller than Harvey, with shoulders as wide as a canyon. His eyes are bright with a hue she can't define, and although for so long she's only pictured him in workout gear, here he is, rocking a Brioni like he's a handpicked model for the brand. Come to think of it, he's nothing like her imagination. And goddamnit, she's titillated to be wrong. Titillated all the way down to her happy place.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you in the flesh."

Thomas frowns, studying the redhead he's apparently supposed to know.

"I'm Donna."

His eyes light up at her name, because he hadn't exactly expected Harvey's secretary to welcome him at reception—although he had been looking forward to meeting the woman. "Oh, it's you! Well…" A wide grin spreads over his face as he extends his hand.

He holds her gaze, yet she can sense him measuring her from head to toe while she slips her hand in his, and a shiver runs down her spine at the contact.

"The pleasure is all mine." He brings her knuckles to his lips, and the instant he kisses her skin, her nipples harden and she has to remember to breathe.

This is Thomas. Harvey's Thomas. The man she feels she knows very well but doesn't actually know at all and now can't wait to get to know better. Intimately so.

"Harvey never said you were beautiful."

Smooth, she thinks. He's flirting with her, so could that possibly mean he's single? The sudden torrent of potential nails her to the floor, catching her so off guard, all she manages to squeak is, "Well, Harvey is an idiot."

"I heard that."

Out of nowhere, Harvey materializes, and Donna reluctantly withdraws her hand. She catches his gaze drifting to their union dissolving, and she wonders if he's actually jealous. Not that he has any right to be. He is her boss, not her boyfriend. And yet—

"You ready to go?" Harvey asks, looking at Thomas.

Tearing his eyes away from Donna, Thomas mumbles, "Yes, I am. It was nice to meet you, Donna."

"I know." She grins smugly, barely keeping her excitement under control.

An hour later, Thomas shrugs on his tight white singlet, his eyes darting across at Harvey. He's come to respect the man as a lawyer and a sparring partner, and going by the time they've spent together lately, he gathers them to qualify as friends as well—especially since Harvey always freely shares stories of the girls he's seeing. So, as he tugs the drawstring of his pants, sealing the knot, he feels comfortable prompting, "So, what's the deal with Donna?"

"What?" The mention of his secretary's name catches Harvey off guard, but he fakes disinterest in the question by taking extra care of lacing up his shoes.

Thomas kicks his own shoe onto the wooden bench in the middle of the locker room with a casual shrug. "Is she single?"

"I think so," he mutters.

"You mind if I ask her out?" A small silence stretches between them, and Thomas straightens, trying to read the man's fleeting expression.

Finally, Harvey shakes his head. "No. Go ahead."

Thomas pauses, his brows drawn. "Are you sure?"

There's a change in the air which, combined with Harvey's tight-lipped smile and tense posture, gives him the answer. So, he's surprised when Harvey gathers his gloves and a towel and says. "Positive. There's nothing going on between us," and starts for the locker room's exit.

"I don't believe you."

This stops Harvey dead in his tracks until Thomas catches up with him.

"Donna can date whoever she likes," he says, continuing toward the center of the gym.

"Harvey..." Catching the man's deflecting gaze, he pushes, "If you like her, ask her out yourself."

"I don't." Harvey shrugs his shoulders, avoiding eye-contact. "We work together. I don't like to shit where I eat."

Thomas pauses, waiting for that Specter-grin to appear, indicating his friend is joking. He must be, because that's the biggest lie he's ever heard. But Harvey's face remains impassive. "Oh, please! Just last week you were telling me about Linda from Accounting. And the week before that about Charlotte from Marketing? So, why is Donna any different?"

Harvey shrugs away from Thomas, his voice carrying over his clenched shoulders. "Because she is." Moments later, he wrestles his body in between the ropes and strides to the opposite side of the ring.

The statement mutes Thomas momentarily. He knows when Harvey is stressed, lacking sleep, or amped up on a win. He has moves to combat all three scenarios, but he's never witnessed the prowling behind Harvey's shifting steps, which prompts him to probe the lawyer carefully. "Something happen between you two?'' he asks, upping the stakes. He's not the type of guy that would betray a bother. But if Harvey can't admit what he feels, Donna is fair game, and he'll harbor no guilt for asking her out.

Harvey lands the first punch without warning, his fist action carrying no cardinal rules, but Thomas catches the attack, blocking it, and landing a blow to Harvey's abdomen.

"Nothing. It was just a one-time thing." Left hook.

Thomas blocks, delivering a few jabs in reply. He asked the question, aware Harvey shies away from talking about his feelings any chance he gets. He's a man of actions, not words. And judging by the combination Harvey throws at him, the prospect of him dating Donna does not sit well with his friend, and he decides then to not pursue the fascinating redhead.


Donna turns off her computer with a sigh. The never-ending heatwave New York City has succumbed to has had her on edge all day. Even her flimsy, barely-appropriate-for-the-office dress isn't enough to keep her from being uncomfortably hot.

On top of the weather, Harvey's current case is hanging by a thread. With their primary witness, Randy McKay, threatening to walk at the eleventh hour, the entire afternoon was filled with emergency meetings and multiple check-ins from Jessica.

Her boss left a while ago, ready to blow off some steam before tomorrow's trial, and she stayed to make sure every last i was dotted and t was crossed.

Dammit, she could use some physical exertion as well. Her feet are sore, her neck is tight, and the fact the sun has already set means she's too late for yoga class. Again. At least Harvey is getting a workout in. With Thomas. Hmm. Thomas. Now, he would be a great way to relieve stress.

Weeks have passed without a word from Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. She would have bet her entire bank account—or Harvey's—on him asking her out. And yet… crickets. Sure, she has his number, and could easily call if she were so inclined. But it's nice to be pursued, especially by someone as delectable as the CEO of Kessler Furniture.

But as grim as it may sound, the fact he hasn't called or texted is enough to quell the hope he will. But why? Did Harvey say something to him? Would he? And if he had, what would that mean?

Everything was fine until the last time Harvey went sparring with Thomas. She'd admittedly been flirty over the phone, more than usual, but she doesn't want to think about Harvey's jealousy getting in the way of her love-life. True, his male friends can probably be counted on one hand, but the few he does have he trusts with his life, and she likes to hope he would respect her decision to date a person whom he also cares about. Besides, he made it clear he wanted to work with her, and the only condition she had was: no hanky-panky. Sure, they flirt occasionally, but he is no stranger to seeing her with other people, and vice versa. And he has given her zero indication he's interested in anything beyond sex. They're friends and co-workers and that's it. So, he has no reason to be jealous. Right?

She pushes the rambling thoughts to the back of her mind and is just about to pack her bag when Jessica's name lights up the screen on her phone.

Immediately, her heart sinks.

This can't be good.

She answers with a reluctant voice, knowing without a doubt that McKay backed out, "I'll tell Harvey."

When she hangs up and hits the speed dial, the call goes straight to voicemail. But there's no time to lose if Harvey still wants to salvage the case, so she has no choice but to find him.

"Come on, Specter. Keep your chin down." Thomas lowers his arms and takes a step out of range of a potential hook. "What's up with you tonight?"

Harvey heaves a sigh. "Nothing. I just have court in the morning."

"Big case or something else?" he asks.

"Yeah, big case." He doesn't elaborate. The case he's embroiled in is difficult. If their only witness decides to recant his testimony, they're screwed. But he came here to work out his fears, not talk about them, so he rolls his shoulders, lifts his gloves, and motions for Kessler to initiate an attack and is happy the man obliges.

An hour later, the upcoming trial is mostly forgotten—thanks in part to the faulty air conditioning unit finally sputtering its last breath, and subsequently rendering them shirtless. Sweat gushed down both their bodies as they refilled on mineral-laced sports drinks to increase their stamina. The over-priced marketing favorites fulfilled their promise because they are going back for round five. Or is it six? Either way, it's been a while, because the owner of the gym left the keys lying on the edge of the mat, calling out for Harvey to lock up when their match came to an end—not an uncommon occurrence for Frank, who has three kids at home and often entrusts his regulars with closing up.

He and Thomas are the only two people still training when Harvey catches a flash of red hair. The color stands out alongside the movement of another person. The distraction maintains his attention enough for Thomas to land a punch to his liver, and he stumbles into the ropes.

Harvey straightens his back, draws his shoulders down, and sucks in deeply. "Donna?" The vision of her in the gym is like seeing a diamond wedged between rocks, her ethereal beauty a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Yet, her appearance doesn't bode well. Immediately, he's gripped by fear, waiting for her to tell him his case is over before it even began.

Somewhere on the fringes of Donna's consciousness, she hears the familiar sound of her name being grunted by Harvey. She wants to respond, but she just stands there, perplexed at the sweaty display of muscles that would put Magic Mike to shame.

Harvey, she's seen naked, and although his bronze skin and flexing abs are a very welcome break from the Tom Ford she's grown accustomed to ogling him in, it's his sparring partner that catches her eye, captures it, and traps it until she forgets where she is and why. Thomas Kessler, glowing and sweaty, is the elixir to transform a stressful day into one she is enjoying like a cup of hot chocolate near a fireplace on a snowy winter's night. Ooh. Dripping chocolate. On his body. Would he be up—

"Donna!" Harvey yells, breaking the spell.

She swallows, looking up at her boss with wide and guilt-ridden eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, although he already knows the answer, but he needs to hear her say it out loud.

Like a magnet, her gaze hops back to Thomas while her mind tries and fails to process Harvey's question. She can't take her eyes off the taller of the two men, who—after ignoring her existence for weeks—is now glaring at her like she's his post-workout dessert. And she's more than happy to be devoured by him. With or without whipped cream. Oh, who am I kidding? she thinks. Definitely with.

"Donna! For god sakes!" Harvey snaps, uncertain if his anger is due to his case falling apart or Donna's fixation on the other man in the room.

She's obviously distracted, or forgot he even asked a question, because when her head turns slowly back to him, she protrudes her chest and a pink blush tickles her cheek. The idea she's turned on—a state he's seen up close and personally—strangles his stomach while rousing a deep thirst within his bones.

Thomas senses the tension radiating from Harvey, but he isn't oblivious to Donna's flappable stumbling. He likes having caught her attention, and he winks, smiling. But the co-workers have obvious business to discuss, so he reluctantly excuses himself to let them chat. "I'll get us a refill."

When Thomas exits the ring, Donna tears her gaze away from the Greek God putting distance between them, already missing the glistening sight. "What?" She focuses on Harvey, his scowl reminding her of the reason for her visit. Which was purely professional—and serious. Although the added benefit of seeing Thomas again wasn't lost on her when she had poured into a cab and told the driver the gym's address. And now that she's here, she can't imagine why McKay backing out was a bad twist. After all, it did force a trip here, in this gym, with these naked men.

"Did McKay recant?" he asks.

She nods. "It's over."

"Goddammit." He hits the ropes with his glove, but the effort is futile because it doesn't serve any release, and he feels like an even bigger loser.

As he swallows the news, Donna lets her gaze wander over to Thomas, only to find him staring straight at her from halfway across the room with a look so intense, its thrilling effect causes her pulse to throb between her legs.

He returns with two drinks in hand, passing one to Harvey.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I have to go." Harvey steals the liquid, downing it in a single gulp.

Donna's attention swings to his heaving chest, her gaze flittering between both men.

Thomas gives Harvey a quick shake of the head. "Sure." He's sorry the situation demands the lawyer's regard, but that leaves him alone with Donna, and the thought has his heart racing.

Harvey crumples the bottle, taking it with him as he squeezes between the ropes.

As soon as Harvey disappears out of sight, Thomas jumps down to the ground, sauntering over to Donna, not at all disappointed nor surprised by Harvey's departure. The lawyer is dedicated to his job, after all, just like Louis is. And man, does he appreciate their work ethic. Especially when it means the rest of the evening is suddenly open to all kinds of fun possibilities. Weeks ago, he hadn't wanted to overstep because he values Harvey as a friend, but attempting to ignore the fire Donna's gaze has ignited in him, drawing him to her, sounds outright blasphemous.

"So, Mr. Kessler. How nice to see you again," she says, as her eyes trail over his now close and sparkling body, hoping the gesture will subtly convey more than she feels comfortable saying with Harvey in the same building. She's worried about the case, but it's not often she finds herself attracted by something other than work—or Harvey, for that matter.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Ms. Paulsen." His eyes land on her cleavage, the low-cut design pulling his attention away from the resolve he previously possessed, and he forgets why he didn't ask her out sooner. Something to do with Harvey, but he can't remember. All he's aware of is her confidence flourishing as the smell of her perfume intoxicates him. As an immediate result, he grows hard in his very tight and very revealing shorts. Though the thin fabric doesn't hide anything he isn't comfortable sharing. All he can think about is undressing her to the same disadvantage and burying himself inside of her until she screams his name.

He steps closer until he senses the heat coming off her body. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, and if you're still here when I get back, I'd like to take you out for a drink."

She trails his features with her eyes as she contemplates the amount of hours they will spend exchanging forced pleasantries in some overcrowded bar, yelling over the music, when it's crystal goddamn clear where the night is headed. She appreciates the gentlemanly move, but Harvey left, and there's nothing she can do to help the case, and for the first time in a long while, she doesn't care. "How about I join you?"

His Adam's Apple bobs up and down, and she tries to maintain her unaffected composure as she quirks a challenging eyebrow. The taunt has him clenching his jaw like he's trying to keep from devouring her whole, and in an attempt to save herself from such carnage, she starts in the direction of the locker rooms Harvey had stomped off to minutes earlier.

Thomas' gaze burns through her spine as she struts unevenly from the growing need between her legs, so she adds a little extra sway to her step until she hears his heavy footfall nearing.

She pushes open the room marked 'Men' and steps into the silent, masculine-odor-filled space with lockers lining the walls left and right. Thomas is close behind her, and his looming presence is palpable as she trails a finger over the metal boxes.

"Which one is yours?" she drawls.

Instead of a reply, she's pushed up against the steel cabinets, and the impact rings through the tiled expanse of the abandoned space. Thomas presses his body into her, trapping his rock hard arousal against her stomach.

"This one's mine," he growls, his voice low and warning they are about to reach the point of no return.

Somehow, she feels he isn't talking about his locker, but the feel of him rubbing himself on her makes her knees quiver, and she sinks her nails into his back as his mouth lowers over hers.

She's grateful for the floaty fabric she chose this morning, because his large hands have no trouble bunching up her skirt and keeping it in place. Her eyelids flutter shut as his lips travel down her neck and he sucks on her skin until he's found the spot. She moans involuntarily into the air. God, he's good. And she can't wait to feel all of him, satisfying the desperate need she's felt since she first laid eyes on his bare chest.

Solid muscle is all she has to cling to while his hand disappears between her legs. In reply, she makes a silent plea for reprieve from her boiling arousal by wrapping a leg around his waist. He rubs her over the silk of her already wet panties, and she can feel his pleased smile against her cheek. His fingertips are massive as they attack her throbbing clit, and she digs her nails into his arms, encouraging him on.

He merges their lips and then slides a finger deep inside her center. His tongue dances over hers while he kisses her thoroughly as he fingers her, and when he parts their mouths, she is dizzy and quickly losing control, and she needs to return the pleasure, so she snaps open her eyes to get her bearings.

And that's when she sees Harvey standing in the doorway to the showers, clad in nothing but a towel, staring at her. His brooding, almost grim, expression conceals his thoughts, so Donna can't tell if it's caused by the scene he's witnessing or the news she came here to deliver, and she wonders what it would mean if the answer was somewhere in the middle.

Thomas' fingers thrust inside of her at an angle that makes her whimper, but it's not just the sensation of his actions that pushes her near the brink of existence. It's also Harvey standing there, rooted to the floor, rocking a visible hard-on through his towel. He may have kept the desire hidden over the years, but he wants her. So, even in the throes of her bliss induced by another man, the urge to service his arousal ignites like a rocket heading for the stratosphere.

She licks her lips at the thought of his beautiful, statue-worthy anatomy satisfying her in return, and she closes her eyes, expecting him to have vanished. But as her eyelids flutter open a moment later, he's still there, the possessive stride forward he takes twirling her into a spiral of delight. Until his step falters. Their gazes lock, but she's too far gone to read him yet present enough to conjure an expression she hopes imparts an invitation.

A flicker of amusement crosses his face, but then reality jolts his steps. If he contemplated the idea, he changed his mind, because his lips turn into a thin line again, any hint of joy lost from his features.

"Jesus." Harvey says, announcing his presence to the only person still oblivious to his existence. "Get a room." With his body wound tight, he ignores the voice in his head telling him she had just silently invited him to the party. Because the Donna he knows would never do that. There are rules in place that keep him from ever being in Thomas' shoes like this again. So, instead of getting his hopes up, he needs to get out of here as fast as possible.

"Harvey…" Thomas pushes himself away, but Donna digs her nails into his biceps.

"Don't," she gasps. No matter what might happen next, Thomas has some unfinished business to attend to. She invited Harvey to play, and if he doesn't want to, he can storm off and sulk. But Thomas isn't going anywhere until he finishes what he started.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd already left," Thomas says half-apologetically, keeping his hands in a respectable position yet still shielding Donna with his broad torso.

Harvey ignores the man, a tight knot forming in his chest as he casts his eyes downward, walking towards where the couple is standing. "If I can just get my stuff, I'll be out of your way."

He dramatically opens the metal door, unsure why it bothers him so much that Thomas was the one to feign an apology, not Donna. He and Donna have flirted with other people before in each other's presence. They've even helped the other get laid. It's a game they play to make up for the fact they can't fuck each other, a situation he's never really considered before, because he has never been hard in a locker room, standing next to her with her dress hiked up above her ass cheeks, and his so-called friend searching for any kind of indication of what's going through his mind.

He's about to offer another I-don't-care-what-you-do lie when a well-manicured index finger dips below the rim of his towel.

He nearly twists his neck, looking up at her, hit by the same force in his chest that he felt the night they met. She's different. And Thomas is… someone who clearly shares the same desire to give Donna everything.

She bites her lip. "Care to join?"

She holds his gaze, and he's stunned to find the passion she flaunted for Thomas earlier is now directed at him. Instantly, a jolt of excitement pulls all the blood from his brain into his groin.

Donna looks at Thomas, and then Thomas nods at Harvey, and the two of them share a look that seems to imply a silent agreement.

Slowly withdrawing his body, Thomas gives her some space to push herself off the cold metal lockers.

A shiver runs down her, and she blames the lack of contact. Not the fact she's about to kiss Harvey, who's looking at her with an intensity that has her quivering. His muscles are rigid, but from up close, she can't help but admire his impressive physique and the way he towers over her.

She trails a finger down the center ridge between his pecs, down his abs, until she reaches the towel lining his waist. Suddenly, kissing seems far too intimate. If she got lost in his lips right now, she's not sure she'd recover, and so she drops to her knees between them. Thomas' bulge is throbbing and enticing, having had a head-start, but as she slips a hand between the cotton, she finds Harvey willing but not as aroused. Even his dick is reluctant, but if he still needs some convincing, she'll pull out all the stops. So, she focuses on him first, pulling the white cloth off and exposing his glorious member. She feels his hesitation descend over her, so she glances up and smiles, confirming it's okay, before she wraps her fingers around him. She pulls him up and licks from base to tip, squirming as he hisses in response, and she takes him in her mouth while her other hand travels to find Thomas' length.

Thomas closes his eyes at the prospect of relief. When he opens them back up again, he makes eye contact with Harvey, both men coming to an unspoken agreement: Their friendship will remain intact, but this isn't about them, it's about the woman kneeling between them, and pleasing her until she's crying out for one or both of them.

Down below, Donna finds herself face-to-face with two formidable erections she has every intention to ride like there's no tomorrow.

As opposed to Harvey's soapy flavor, Thomas tastes of salty pleasure, and she's caught by surprise when Harvey hoists her up, turns her around and pulls her into his torso. He works the zipper of her dress down and, with practiced fingers, releases the clasp of her bra in seconds. She kicks the pooled fabric to the side, as Harvey's fingertips swaddle her nipples and tease the hardening peaks.

With a seemingly unspoken agreement that she's being held captive, Thomas drops to his knees. She resists at first until Harvey's low growl vibrates beneath her ear. "Relax."

She does, even though she writhes under Thomas' breath tickling the inside of her thighs while he pulls her panties down. She'd prefer to be the one in control, but she succumbs as Harvey strokes her sides, lulling her into enjoying the sensations humming through her body.

His hands continue to knead her breasts, his teeth and tongue lavishing her skin as Thomas' warm mouth descends over her heat and his tongue glides across her folds. Upon contact, she bucks away from Harvey, toward the teasing swirls fluttering against her pulsing core.

Harvey grips her tighter, keeping her from succumbing to the pleasure rippling between her legs. It's his hot breath in her ear; his tongue lapping on the shell until she's blind from lust while his weight easily holds her up; Thomas thrusting his fingers inside her, stretching her.

Soon, she's convulsing without consent as Thomas finishes what he started.

She slumps—her vision dissolving into ecstasy—when culpable, demanding hands guide her back down to earth gently yet forcibly. She's pivoted around once more and finds Harvey's gaze. Her palms land against his chest while Thomas' body sandwiches her between both hard-ons.

She initiated this, and desire ignites her eagerness to find relief for them all. "Bench," she murmurs, pushing Harvey toward the seat in the middle of the room and catching Thomas' hand so he follows.

Harvey obediently sits, his erection straining as his eyes rake up from her glistening sex to her hardened nipples. And he almost chokes when he feels a large male palm on the inside of his thigh. But Thomas merely prompts him to spread his legs on either side of the bench.

He does, scooting into position against the sticky wood. His back presses into a firm straight line as he watches Donna throw one leg over his midsection. He grips her delicate waist, steadying her as their support shifts under Thomas' added weight.

Donna arches her breasts forward when Thomas ghosts his hands between her shoulder blades, down her backside, until his fingertips brush over her ass and he rubs her gently, teasing her with things to come.

She has a hard time dividing her attention, so she decides to focus on her own actions when she takes Harvey's throbbing erection in her hand, pumping him a few times for good measure.

Harvey is mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts as she ripples forward and back when twisting her palm around his cock, but a brush of Thomas' leg against his knee reminds him they are not alone. And goddammit, he wants her for himself. But this isn't about him. It's about giving Donna what she wants. Yet in feeling the desperate need to make her forget all about Kessler, his thumb presses a slow circle against her clit, eliciting a cry that makes him buck for attention.

The sensation front and back is too much, and Donna simply can't take the agony any longer. So, she sinks onto Harvey in response, his eagerness engulfing her needs.

They move in unison immediately, perfectly in sync to the rhythm of their shared desire. But soon she feels Thomas hard and ready, and she whimpers as he slides his arousal between her cheeks.

"Can I?" Thomas asks, tugging her hair to gain her attention.

The purr in her ear makes her want to scream he can do whatever he wants. But she's grateful he goes easy as he takes his time to enter her from behind, while Harvey's bruising grip on her waist pulls her down. She's torn between both sensations, pleasure and pain colliding, then melding into one as she slowly begins to ride Harvey and take Thomas.

Under the unforgiving TL-light, Donna's pale skin and auburn hair become a fluorescent vision Harvey is quickly drowning in. Her full breasts, accentuated by the pink, hard peaks of her nipples, are captivating to watch, but he keeps an eye on her face as it contorts in tortured bliss while she adjusts to their sizes.

He takes her nails digging into his chest as a good sign, as he feels her surrender to whatever pace he and Thomas decide on. She was tight before, but the double intrusion only reduces the available headroom, and he winces from pleasure, relinquishing his hesitation and giving in to a thrill far more intense than any sexual encounter he's ever had.

The silky torture nearly has Donna leaving her body, and the overwhelming sensation has her clawing at Harvey's chest for stability, for some anchor to keep her from flying into the sky. As she navigates between bouts of consciousness and beautiful oblivion, she gazes at the man part of her current state of ecstasy. His pecs are red from where she's lacerated his skin, but his gaze is fixed on her, and as their stares meet, she swears a fire ignites around them. Or maybe it's only inside of her. But the flames dance behind his dark eyes as well, and it fills her with searing regret to think that he's her goddamn boss and tomorrow they'll go back to pretending this never happened—pretending they don't want more. Yet the inferno in his gaze merged with the gentleness of his touch illuminates exactly how much this isn't just sex for him.

So, she leans forward tentatively, careful not to move too quickly, and she notices Thomas halt his motions. Harvey slows down too, watching her lips descend over his. He bundles her hair, then draws her in closer with both arms.

The kiss is heated, urgent, like maybe he needs this as much as she does. Sometime later, Thomas picks up the speed while Harvey stills completely, too engulfed in their kiss for anything else. Then Thomas pulls out abruptly while his peak expresses itself in a series of suppressed moans and a warm liquid lands on her lower back.

Donna looks over her shoulder and offers him an apologetic glance. She'd meant to pay both men equal attention, but Harvey had consumed her every thought and action, and she'd neglected Thomas in the process.

Catching the redhead's expression of regret, Thomas nods with a small, knowing smile. He's not offended, merely discouraged. Sure, the orgasm felt good after an intense workout, but initially, he'd assumed he would be the main event. It's all right. He's okay realizing he was just a filler for the man she actually wanted. She seemed to enjoy herself—he certainly did—and therefore there's no harm done. If this occasion allows his friend to admit his true feelings, the entire experience hasn't been in vain. So, when he catches Harvey's eyes, he offers him a nod of encouragement.

He'd love to take a shower, but the scene is too awkward and he quickly packs his things and leaves the gym.

Harvey felt every inch of Thomas' withdrawal, just like when he'd quickened his thrusts and their balls had occasionally brushed. Each delicious motion he made rubbed against the thin wall separating them. But now that he's the only one still inside of her, he picks up the pace again. He wants to see her come, wants to have it mean something this time.

Sitting up straight and throwing her head back, Donna murmurs, "God, you feel good." Her eyes are closed, but there's a content smile painted on her face, and he takes a mental picture of her joy.

Donna rides him hard, chasing a release, and every thrust brings her closer to an orgasm she is pretty sure she won't soon forget.

With not that much leverage to send her reeling, he pulls her close again, wraps both arms around her frame, and traps her to his chest. He'll hold on to her while his hips do all the work. His back will hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is bringing them both to a climax.

She wails against his skin, buries her face in the crook of his neck while she repeats the words 'I'm coming' until she loses the ability to speak altogether. Then she braces her body for the explosion that will send her off into space.

He releases his hold, but she's the one desperately clutching him as her walls convulse around his throbbing dick, and he lets go too, allowing her spasms to milk him until his legs shake and his arms fall to the side from exhaustion.

She leans her palms on his slick, panting chest, her fingers delicately smoothing the redness she caused. Her lips sink into a sheepish smile, but she can't bring herself to apologize. She doesn't regret what happened. Only that she thinks Thomas was cheated out of more pleasure. But Harvey's sated grin obliterates any thoughts of inadequacy. "Good work out?" she asks.

"I could go again." He winks. Truth be told, he probably couldn't. His body is aching and spent, and he'd sleep right here with Donna on top of him if not for the indecent public display they'd be giving come morning and the fact his back can't take much longer stretched out on this bench.

She moves backwards, breaking their connection, and he lifts his torso with her. Her legs are still draped over his, their sexes internally separated but glued together. The proximity is rare but welcome, and he needs her to remain unmoving for a moment, afraid he'll lose the courage to say what he has to. So, before she can climb off, he captures her elbows to hold her in place. "Wait."

Instantly, her heart hammers like it wants out of her chest, scared his face will cloud with regret. But it doesn't, instead his expression holds determination, as if he's come to a conclusion and feels stupid for not having seen it sooner. Her eyes drop to his lips when he says, "I don't want this to just be a one-time thing."

Stunned exhilaration washes over her as the declaration lands deep in her soul. But he's made statements before she misinterpreted as the phrase I don't want to lose you echoes in her memory, and she's dead-set on not making the same mistake twice.

Harvey watches a frown dip her eyebrows; a mixture of confusion, hesitation, and fear trapped on her delicate features, and he fumbles over the poor choice of words. "Us." He squeezes her waist to add weight to his declaration and his heart blooms in his chest when he sees a smile form on her luscious lips.

"Good," she says, blinking up at him. "And for the record…" She casts her eyes downward, trailing a fingertip over his torso. "I don't want to share you with anyone, either."

"Good," he agrees, leaning in to help himself to her lips for a passionate kiss to close the deal.

Eventually, she untangles from his body, and he instantly feels the loss rattle through him. He still has to go into the office; spend God knows how many hours salvaging his case. But she'll be by his side, and afterwards, he'll take her home, and they can figure out the rest one day at the time. For now, at least, he's sure his friendship with Thomas remains unaffected, but going forward, he'd like to keep the man out of his sexual encounters. He has a feeling he will have his hands full with Donna. And that's all he ever needed.


A/N: Ahhh this was so much fun to write, and although we tried to post it on the same date as the other two in this Threesome Trilogy, we didn't want to rush it. I hope you like this one. Please let us know by leaving a comment. As always, big thank you to Elle for her magnificent beta-skills!