OFFICE (M -rated)
"We shouldn't be doing this," she says, but the moan that rolls off of her tongue next at the way his teeth nip at her skin contradicts her entire statement.
"That's what you said last time," he answers, grinning against her skin as he manages to draw out another moan. His hand palms her breast on top of her dress, his thumb rubbing the fabric over her pert nipple.
"And," he continues, pulling back, drawing almost completely out of her before thrusting back inside her. "The time before that."
"Ooh fuck, Harvey." She draws her free arm around his shoulder, head thrown back as he hits that spot again, his lips making work of the corner of her jaw.
"I know," she admits, rolling her hips against his as he fills her up with every thrust, his arm sneaking further around her waist as he balances her on his desk.
She also knows she's been the one to initiate it every single time - but that's just the thing she only has to see him sitting in his office, brooding over some case file, sleeves rolled up and those luscious lips slightly parted as he's deep in thought - and it has her wet and wanting.
It are the hormones, and they both know it - and they'll gladly make use of them even if it leads to the same discussion every single time.
"Harvey," she moans again, and it's enough for him to redirect his attention. His lips briefly pressing against hers in a soft kiss, before he draws his free hand in between them. His fingers touch her where they're already joined. And as he circles her clit he can feel his length sliding in and out of her with every move.
It doesn't take long after that before he has his wife trembling in his arms, heavy pants escaping her as he thrusts twice more and pills himself inside of her.
They stay like that for a moment; they always do. Still connected to one another, silently holding her in his arms.
It's the complete opposite of what these office quickies are supposed to be, but it's maybe even more thrilling to be caught now than mere minutes ago. These moments between them are so intimate that the discussion is repeated again, only with looks this time - and thus, he nods again, silently agreeing that they'll never do this again.
And as he slips out of her and looks down to fix his pants, he can't help but grin knowingly. For it will likely only be forty-eight hours before she utters those five words once more - yeah, he loves his pregnant wife.