There was never meant to be a second chapter of this but I got a lovely review saying they wished Donna had found out about Harvey pretending she was his wife and the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Then Cassie suggested I add smut and here we are!

So just a warning this chapter is M rated!

The flowers were scattered all over the floor, along with every article of clothing they had been wearing. Desire for each other had always been high, and ever since the moment he appeared at her door they had spent a great deal of time making up for all the years they had wasted.

But ever since they were married two weeks earlier, since they poured out words of love and commitment in their vows, since his grandmother's ring slid in place on her finger, the need they had for each other had become insatiable.

Donna was leaning over him, her red hair cascading around him like a waterfall, while his fingers clutched at her hips as he moved languidly inside her.

Harvey had been sure they were both ready to come the second she lowered herself onto him, and so he had slowed, holding her steady, gritting his teeth against the feel of her hot wet centre all around him. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, draw it out, never ready for it to end.

She bent her face to his chest, her lips and mouth tracking across his skin. Donna captured a nipple in her mouth, twirling her tongue around the tight bud and Harvey thrust up deeply inside her at the touch, making her moan against him and her fingers dig into his shoulder where they rested.

Her tongue travelled up to his neck, and Harvey could feel goosebumps appear in her wake. Her mouth closed over a pulse point, sucking gently, before Donna kissed and sucked her way up his throat, reaching his ear, tongue tracing around the shell of it.

"Harvey," she whispered and the sound of his name in her lips travelled straight to his groin making him buck up into her again. He relished the whimper she directed right into his ear, pushing himself deep inside her several more times in a row, just to make her groan some more.

"Harvey," she said again, voice breathless and shaky.

"Mmmmmhmm," he sighed.

"Why did the florist tell me he was happy to finally meet your wife after all these years?"

Shit.

He stilled his movements as she moved her face to catch his eye. There was the trace of a smirk on Donna's face, a playfulness in her eyes, and he could help but wonder if she'd somehow already guessed the answer.

Harvey slid a hand from her waist, gliding it up along her back to tangle in her hair, tugging her face down to meet his lips. "I don't know what he's talking about," he murmured between kisses, angling her head and to deepen the kiss, tongues sliding together.

"Really? Because he seemed under the impression we'd been married for a lot longer than two weeks," she panted against his lips as Harvey tweaked a nipple with his fingers, further hoping to distract her from her line of questioning.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed exactly, he just didn't really know how he was meant to explain his actions, and he also had a strong suspicion that Donna would tease him endlessly about it if she found out.

Harvey moved his hand from her breast, walking his fingers down her stomach, thrusting his hips up into her again as his fingers reached their goal and he began to tease her clit in lazy circles, his fingers soon slick with her wet heat.

"Did you have a secret wife all these years," Donna gasped, her words breathless as she tried to stay focused but Harvey could feel her grind herself against him. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted and he knew she was getting close as she began to move herself up and down his length.

"Something like that," he couldn't help but chuckle and her eyes flashed open to glare at him, making him smirk up at her. He started to move then, thrusting his hips up at her, pushing himself deep, fingers increasing pressure against her clit. Donna's eyes drifted closed again as she resumed her own movements, her moans starting to fill the air.

He waited, until he could tell she was right there, seconds from release, and then he called her name. She continued to grind against him, lost to chasing her release.

"Donna," he called again and this time her eyes blinked open.

"It was you. You were my secret wife all these years."

He pushed himself deep once more as he spoke and then he felt it, her core starting to pulse around him, as a long moan fell from her panting mouth. Her wide open eyes never left his, and it was that look, Donna open and bare to him as she came apart, that pushed Harvey over his own edge, spilling himself inside her with a loud groan of her name.

She collapsed onto his chest, her body melting against him, both slick with sweat, her warm breath flowing over his skin.

"How long?"

"Hmmm?" He murmured still lost in a slowly receding wave of pleasure.

"How long have you been pretending I was your wife?" She leant up on one elbow to look into his face.

Harvey felt a thundering in his heart and briefly wondering whether to be completely honest.

"Since the day I brought you flowers when we started at Pearson Hardman," he answered her quietly, and Harvey Specter absolutely did not blush, but yet that moment he was pretty certain he was.

But the look she gave him was worth any embarrassment a thousand times over. Her lip trembled and her eyes went watery, Donna blinking against the sudden tears.

He cupped her face in his hands, tugging her down to kiss her lips.

"It has always been you Donna."