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****WARNING**** - This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for those who feel uncomfortable with this type of content. If you wish to skip this chapter, feel free to do so.

Now that I have your attention, just reminding you all that this chapter is rated M. So far, this will be the only chapter with this rating, but if anything changes, I will let you know ahead of time, instead of just dropping a bombshell.

Hope you all enjoy!

P.S. Suits is Aaron Korsh's.

It was getting late, Harvey decided, as he was going over his final case that he had sitting on his desk. He sighed in frustration, looking at his phone. It wasn't usually like Max to take so long in answering back. Hell, it wasn't usually like her to not answer back at all. Leaving his dining room table, he moved towards his collection of wine, sitting in its nook in the wall.

As he stood there, he couldn't help but wonder how big Max's wine collection was. It was almost two months since they've been seeing each other, and she hadn't said a word about her vast wine collection, or how her eccentric selection of furniture looked, now that she had gotten a raise. Harvey smirked, Max was on fire lately. Everyday it seems she brought more than one client into the firm. Some of them were fairy wealthy people, while she happened to snag the few millionaires in the process. She was closing deals from all different sides of the firm, and Harvey was almost intimidated by her. But as a result of her increase in work was the decrease of Harvey's sex life. No longer did he spend the night with different beautiful women, but actually with one beautiful woman, either going over cases and scenarios, or watching a movie on his living room floor, snuggled together. By the end of the night, both of them were exhausted. Satisfied, but exhausted. Very recently though, the only time he saw Max was on his lunch breaks, and that annoyed him. After all, he was a man that was sexually active for quite some time before Max came around. Finally deciding to pass on the wine, he began walking towards his bedroom, taking off his tie that he had unconsciously kept on. As soon as he made it to the entrance of his bedroom, a knock was heard from the door.

Curious, Harvey walked towards his front door, undoing his cuffs on his sleeve. As he continued, he quickly looked through the peephole. Finally understanding why Max wasn't answering his texts, he quickly unlocked his door to reveal the woman herself. She was standing in a long trench coat, with her hair unusually curled and primed. She smiled at Harvey as she walked into his home, the heels of her Christian Louboutins clicking off the expensive hardwood. He noticed that she wore the shoes. The ones she swore she would never wear. The shoes he bought her. As that was odd, he noticed that she was also oddly dressed.

"Why hello Missus Smith, come for a good time?" Harvey shot out as he shut his front door, locking the deadbolt.

She sighed, "No actually, I was looking for a second opinion."

Harvey's curiosity drew a conclusion, "Really?"

"Yes really, from co-worker to co-worker."

He shoved his hands in his pockets, afraid of what he might do.

"What is this case that you so desperately need a second opinion on?"

Maxine smiled as she undid the belt of her trench coat. Slowly and deliberately, Max unbuttoned her jacket. As the last button popped off, she pulled away her jacket, revealing the royal purple corset. It hugged every curve of her body. Her garters were a lighter purple, attaching itself to the corset. Harvey almost died at that moment, letting out a long and agonizing gasp as Max dropped her trench coat on the floor, standing there in the one thing Harvey Specter could only fantasize about. This girl was a tease for God's sake. She knew he would have to give in now. And of all the colours to choose...

"Would this be considered a misdemeanor?" She asked innocently.

Harvey, startled and completely aroused, walked towards her, pulling her towards him.

"Very," he said, admiring her brassier.

She smiled, "I know we've been a little stressed lately. But right now, there isn't a thing to distract us."

"But the office," he said, running his hands down her body.

"Mike's getting all your calls tonight, if anything happens," Max whispered, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Harvey realized what she was saying.

"Then there's nothing stopping us."

"Exactly."

In an instant, Harvey's lips were on Max's, silencing anything else either of them were going to say. Max wrapped her arms around Harvey's neck, lifting herself up, and easily slipping off the expensive shoes. As her feet hit the ground, the couple began making their way towards the bedroom, Harvey's shirt falling onto the side lamp. As they entered the bedroom, Harvey ripped off his undershirt, throwing in unceremoniously onto his floor. Each kiss was furious and passionate. Their tongues darted deep, exploring each others mouths, devouring each other. Max furiously was working on his belt, until Harvey's hands were placed on top of hers, easily unhooking the expensive item. She held his face, pulling him down as she sat on his bed. He hovered over her, molding his lips to hers. He could feel his lips start to tingle from the force they were using against each other. Pulling away, Harvey stood, and began to remove his pants. Max watched in anticipation as she realized his legs were as built and toned as his upper torso. She sighed deeply when she noticed that he was wearing the sexiest pair of boxers she ever laid eyes on. She watched in lust as he approached her, hungry with raw animalism. His mouth found his way in the crook of her neck, wanting to hear the moan he so desperately needed. She was dominating in the workplace, but there was no way in hell she was going to dominate tonight. No, he wanted to make her moan, and squirm, and cry, and whine, and yell, and anything else she would do because of the things that he would do to her.

His mouth got lower, suckling on her collarbone, enjoying the shallow breaths coming from Max. As his lips grazed between her breasts, Max was beginning to emit low moans. When she knew he was preoccupied, she pulled him up towards her, turning him over so that she straddled him. Looking deep into his yearning eyes, she undid the latches on her corset slowly, watching every emotion crossing his face; salaciousness, thirst, need, want. Harvey groaned with impatience as she removed her corset, revealing her beautiful bust. They were the most perfect sets of breasts Harvey had seen. Sitting up, Harvey enclosed one of her breasts in his mouth, clutching Max closer to him. With one hand, he slipped his fingers under the purple fabric and slowly worked on her warmth. Max was exuding audible moans of delight. As his tongue darted across her swollen nipple the same time his finger grazed over her clit, Max clenched onto Harvey's hair, arching her back. He could feel her warmth swelling, yet Max wasn't giving in. She didn't want to let go of the dominance she had over him. Her moans were contained, but Harvey knew she was dying to scream out in ecstasy. Harvey lightly bit on her bosom, receiving another moan from the beauty on his lap. He suckled deeply, wanting her to submit. Finally freeing her from the pleasurable torture, Harvey kissed her lips passionately as she lightly pushed him down on the mattress. Max suckled on Harvey's neck, hearing his exasperated sigh. Her hands slowly moved over his boxers, towards his manhood, when Harvey grabbed her hand. He turned her over softly, locking her hand above her head. With a devilish smirk, he leaned to whisper in her ear.

"The only person who'll be moaning tonight is you."

He slowly made his way down her arched body, trailing wet kisses down her skin. As he reached her lacy purple panties, his hands locked onto either side of her lingerie, pulling it down her leg and off her body. In that moment, Harvey realized that he had Max completely naked and horny in his bed. Kneeling down, kisses began to trail along Max's inner thigh. He turned to look up at her. Max, perched on her elbows, had her appearance ruffled due to her arousal. He loved that she was on the brinks of being unhinged, and it was all because of him. Holding her hips, he began to trail his tongue closer to her centre, hearing Max's quick breaths filled his ears with delight. Just as he was close to her core, he looked back at her, noticing her breasts rise and fall in readiness. He knew that she ached for him. Harvey smiled, before his mouth enclosed her. In an instant, Max fell to the mattress, finally rid herself of her dominance, submitting to Harvey. She let him pleasure her, and when she gave into submissiveness, Max felt a rush of euphoria hit her, and almost every sound poured out of her throat. Her moan was loud and drawn out as Harvey suckled onto her womanhood. His tongue darted quickly over her clit, and Max's moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her fists clutched the bedsheets roughly, whitening her knuckles. Harvey could feel her shake with pleasure under his hands. Letting go of one of her hips, Harvey's fingers found their way into her, preparing her for him. He refused to stop, nor slow down, and her screams turned into whimpers of ecstasy as she still squirmed under his control. Harvey felt her give in to him, and the dominance he had over her pleased him even more. Her cries and moans and whimpers were cherished to Harvey; knowing he caused her to do these things only strained him even further.

Finally giving Max her freedom, he lingered over her, reaching into his nightstand. He grabbed a row of condoms, easily ripping one of them off with his teeth. Looking back at Max, he could see the cloud of desire and excitement in her eyes. She smiled at him, her sign that she was ready. Harvey made quick work of his boxers, exposing himself and his rather large counterpart. Max caught a glance at Harvey's length with satisfaction and worry. Harvey caught onto the look on her face with a smile.

"Too much for you?" He said with a hint of cockiness.

She laughed, "It might be."

Harvey began to position himself between her, feeling her stomach against his. He placed his tip just in front of her entrance, readying himself. He felt a hand clutch his chin, bringing his eyes to meet hers. Her eyes, Harvey saw, held the vulnerability that she exposed to him. Never, had Harvey seen someone as open to her as she was, and he knew that she was special. She could see the control in his eyes, knowing that he was dominate right now. His eyes also held acceptance, knowing what he was doing, and the aftermath. He had never felt this much passion and emotion with another person. He could feel their chemistry, their intensity, their bodies almost molding together. The lust filled the air. Harvey was unsure if he should continue, until Max reached up and kissed him lightly. Never leaving her eyes, Harvey entered her, both of them gasping out in delight.

Max knew in an instant she would never be the same, and she was glad for that. To Harvey, it was something he had never felt before with anyone. Harvey entered her again, with the same amount of passion. He picked up the pace, never letting Max's eyes wander from his. The intensity in their stare only made the desire better. With each thrust, Max could feel she was coming undone under Harvey's strength. He moved faster, and more powerful than any other man that Max had been with. She had never felt this kind of pleasure from anyone. Harvey was rough and passionate with her, yet he was so intense and caring, she couldn't contain her arousal. Harvey never had someone who was so powerful become so vulnerable in his arms. He knew that giving him the dominance he wanted wasn't easy for her, he knew to be careful. His thrusts became more powerful, and Max's screams rose as she arched her back in bliss. Harvey, uncharacteristic to himself, emitted moans from his throat. The intensity between them grew with each of Harvey's deliberate strokes. They both met at the pinocle of their orgasms, almost frozen in utterly pure joy. He slowly fell, causing Max to straighten out her back as Harvey laid on top of her. He remained in her as their breaths filled the room. Harvey rested on his arms as he slowly extracted himself from her warmth, falling onto his side. Max turned her body towards him as a bead of sweat fell off her temple. For the first time after making love, Harvey pulled his partner closer to him, holder her close as she snuggled to his chest.

"You find your second opinion valuable?" He asked, kissing her head.

She laughed, tilting her head to look into his eyes.

"More than you know."

Mike's fist shook the blue door as the man himself was waiting for his best friend to answer her door. It was extremely late at night, and he knew Max would be pissed at him for waking her up this late, but she wasn't answering her cell. Every time he called it went straight to voicemail, causing Mike to worry. It wasn't like Maxine to just not answer his calls. She always answered her calls, and she always answered her door. Mike knew he shouldn't be worried, Max could take care of himself. But this wasn't normally Max's schedule. Plus, Mike was freaking out; the day that he had been dreading was coming up soon, and he wanted to talk it out with Max, making sure that he was fine on that day.

He should have asked Max where she was going before she left the office. She left earlier than she usually did, since she had been bringing clients in from left and right. Mike was trying to ask her if they could have hung out later on in the night, but she shook her head, knowing what he'd say. To make matters worse, Harvey also left early, causing him to work on the case by himself, without guidance. He also wasn't answering his phone.

Mike's hand froze mid-knock.

Harvey wasn't answering his phone. Max wasn't answering her phone.

Coincidence?

The light-brown haired man laughed without humour.

Took them long enough, he thought as he was unlocking his front door, coming up with sarcastic sexual rebuttals for the lovely couple.

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