Harvey Reginald Specter was bored.

Him and his firm were at another one of these endless black-tie events and honestly, it was nothing new. He had already finished what he came here for, closing Dexter Vossen and his new Dutch tech company only took one flute of champagne, some appraisal of his hometown, Holland, the bit Harvey usually gave about loyalty being a two-way street, and probably empty promises to actually go check out Amsterdam when he had the time. It had taken a total of about fifteen minutes. The man had the mental capacity of Albert Einstein (his company was worth millions) but was easier than an old door to close.

Now Harvey was just counting down the time before he could leave graciously. 12 minutes down, 108 more to go...

As his eyes scanned the room, not particularly caring about all the faces he vaguely or didn't recognize. His eyes landed on Louis, who was currently talking about mudding with an elderly lady that he recalled was the CEO of some dermatologist company who needed representation for a lawsuit in which a consumer had burned her skin using the company's product. He hadn't been interested in the case, but Louis appeared to be. And from the looks of it, it seem liked Pearson Specter Litt would have at least two victories tonight.

He looked around again, eyes this time landing on both his associates, Mike and Rachel, dressed to the nines in Armani and probably Valentino, he figured. Although he always felt a little awkward that the two of them were dating, he was genuinely happy for the two of them. They had their romantic love life shit together. He stared closely as his young puppy introduced Rachel to all his clients, hand anchored strongly on her waist. The action made Harvey's throat burn a little; he wondered for a fleeting moment if he was missing out on the obvious something special that Mike and Rachel had. He would never admit that he was slightly in awe of their relationship. As he smiled secretly towards the young and happy couple, his eyes took off wandering again until they landed on probably the most beautiful thing he'd seen that night.

Donna.

Granted, this was probably because of the mind-blowing sex they'd had two days prior-he still couldn't stop thinking about the way she breathily moaned her name when he was helping her come or how her legs were so tightly wrapped around either side of him. At this point, he was actually a little confused as to where they stood. He cared about her, didn't want to ruin anything with her, but she wanted to sleep with him and he didn't exactly stop it so… where did they stand?

Through the haze of uncertainty, however, the one thing that Harvey was sure of was that she looked stunning. Clad in a strapless and black Vera Wang (he was sure he'd seen her eyeing it on her 10 minute cheeto breaks) that led to the floor, her hair up to lead Harvey's eyes right onto the creamy expanse of her neck, she looked more like a model than just his secretary. She was late, but as always, fashionably late and she knew she had the attention of every single man at the moment as she came down the stairs and into the event.

She felt like Cinderella, coming late to the ball to find her prince. Harvey felt like she was more of a Black Swan- mysterious, dangerous, a pathway to that would lead to his complete destruction.

He swallowed as she descended the stairs, eyes not being able to leave her for a moment. He was gawking, he knew, and he knew that she knew, but he really couldn't find it in himself to give a damn. As she walked towards him, his jaw was still on the floor. It wasn't until she was right in front of him that he composed himself.

He was secretly pleased that she had gone to him first.

"Hey," she casually opened, pretending to not be aware of how flabbergasted he was at the moment.

"Donna, your dress- you-"

"Look smoking hot? I know." She threw him one of her infamous smirks that made Harvey's self-control that prevented him for dragging her out of here and into his bed unwind a little bit more. He needed to get out of here before he became known to be the best closer, for other things.

He started walking towards the bar.

"I need a drink," he mumbled.

She followed him. "Me too, considering I accidentally saw Louis and Shiela make out today."

"God, you need one more than I do then." He chuckled.

They arrived at the gracious open bar. One of the only perks left for both of them in these endless mingling events.

"Celebratory scotch? I think we both deserve one, considering we got Vossen down."

Harvey really shouldn't have been surprised that she had just arrived and already knew the 411. It was Donna, after all.

"We? Last time I remember, I was doing all the talking and the charming" he playfully teased.

"Mmhm, and let's not forget this was only because of my knowledge as to what would get him interested? If I remember correctly, someone today thought that Vossen was somebody from Portugal, so…"

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," knowing that he stepped into that one.

They smiled at each other, until-

"Harvey Specter?" A pretty blonde woman stepped up next to him, extending her hand. "I don't think we've met before. Leslie Clark, I'm a senior partner for Atkins Jones a couple streets down."

A respectable law form, he mused.

"Nice to meet you, Leslie," flashing his famous Specter smile. He reached out and shook her hand, not noticing Donna giving the woman a Manhattan one-over.

The lady was attractive. She was a natural blond, who clearly did pilates in her own free time. She was toned and fit, her breasts were a nice handful and her ass was something that clearly wasn't gonna quit anytime soon. It was obvious to her that l Leslie had a reason to be talking to Harvey, and it wasn't just to introduce herself. By her body language, somewhat fake laughter, and mischievous eyes, Donna could tell that the woman wanted more than just a conversation. Donna's insides flared.

She had meant her wild night with Harvey two nights ago to be a one-time, no strings attached thing, but she couldn't stop thinking about it or even dreaming about it. Donna, who had years of experience to know she was a queen of sex and everything else involved, couldn't help but feel one-upped by Harvey, ten years ago and two yesterdays ago. He was so damn good with everything, his tongue, his hands, his-

Donna saved herself from diverting into that inappropriate area of thinking yet again. She brought herself back to Harvey and Leslie, the latter clearly throwing the former some very flirty eyes. Donna bit back her anger and smiled sweetly. She didn't own him, he wasn't hers, but still, the audacity of this woman...she bared her leg at the bar, simply because her anger was making her too hot. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

Harvey was entertained. Though he hadn't noticed it prior, Donna's face was about fifty shades of green because of this Leslie lady. Who, he agreed, was very pretty and would be quite skilled in bed, but was far too forward for his liking. He could tell she wanted the Specter package, as he cockily called it in his head. He could have easily accepted the offer, until he realized the slow tightening of his pants was not because of the way Leslie brushed his arm but rather the moment he realized Donna revealed her black dress had a slit and he could see the pale skin of her legs.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but two could play at that game.

He continued the conversation, Leslie leaning in ever so closely. He hadn't really been keeping track of their conversation, just lawyer stuff and now about her most recent trip to the shores of Singapore. As she leaned into whisper, "It's magical," he was uncomfortable with the distance she was closing so was secretly very pleased to hear Donna's phone beep and to have her say,

"Harvey, we have to go. Jessica says there's an emergency."

As Leslie leaned back, Harvey coughed awkwardly.

"Well, Leslie, it was nice to meet you, but looks like I have some business to take care of."

"Well, of course," the lawyer responded, ever the professional. She took his hand, grabbed a pen from his own pocket, and wrote down her number.

"Call me if you ever need anything, or need any help," she said as she strutted away with a wink.

Harvey smiled, though he clearly wasn't interested.

Donna, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to bite the woman's head off.

"Let's go," she almost snarled. She shuffled him away from the main room and into a corridor.

"What did Jessica even call for?" he asked, as he kept walking. They were now in some abandoned hallway, not too far from the mingling but not that close either.

"She didn't."

"Then what are we doing here-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Donna had pushed him against the wall and began to trace hot and wet kisses on his jawline, slowly tracing her hands down to his now raging hard-on.

"D-Donna?" he whimpered, unable to believe the sensory overload he was currently having.

"Yes? she answered between kisses, now busy untying his bowtie with just her teeth. Harvey's brain screamed. Where had she learned how to do that? Why was it so ridiculously hot!?

"Not that I don't want this, but….what are you doing?" he breathed, groaning now because her hands had let his mini-me and on each side of him, as if boxing her in.

"Staking my territory," she growled, making Harvey groan. God, this woman..

"Because of Leslie? But she's just another person who wants to meet me. This happens all the time, you know that. You met like, 3 of your boyfriends that way."

"Yeah, except they've never eye-fucked you before."

Her coarse language made him even more hot and bothered. And the fact they were doing this so close they could be caught excited him even more. He almost felt bad that his dick was so out there. It was literally perpendicular to the rest of his body. It felt wrong for him to be prodding into such a nice dress of hers.

"W-W-what are you going to do?" he was stammering like an idiot, but only because Donna had now unzipped his pants and was pumping her hands up and down his member.

"I'm going to make sure you won't need Leslie for anything, especially for help, as I recalled her saying it,"

He laughed. To think that Donna thought she was anything less of Leslie.

"Donna," he breathed, "you're so irrational."

She stopped her ministrations, and Harvey kicked himself for saying anything in the first place.

"Seriously? I've known you for 12 years, Harvey, I KNOW when you're feeling aroused and I could see it when she touched her arm."

"Which was also coincidentally the same time you flashed your bare leg at me," he countered immediately, hands immediately wandering under her skirt.

"Well, in that case," she swatted his hands away, and crouched down on her 4-inch Louboutins and pulled down his briefs. She gave him a naughty look that made Harvey unravel. Before he could fathom what was happening, Donna had anchored her hands on his ass and pushed him completely into her mouth.

How he didn't lose his shit right there was probably one of the seven wonders of the world. His head tipped back as his eyes rolled from the pleasure of it all. He had forgotten how warm her mouth had been, how deliciously inviting. As she hummed her approval to his reaction, she began a steady rhythm of in and out as her hands found his. By instinct, he made a grab for her hair until she stopped him and nailed his hands to the wall with her own.

Ever the perfectionist, he thought. He couldn't believe Donna was putting him through the task of having to sit through this and not be able to ruin her updo. So he held on to his hands for dear life and began bucking into her mouth. As embarrassing as his lack of self control, he didn't give a fuck because he was sure he was only like this because he was at the mercy of Donna.

"Donna," he moaned as he was nearing his climax, "if you don't stop,things besides your hair are going to get messy," she responded by reaching up and fondling his balls,

"Your dress, Donna, please," he begged.

With that, Donna unlatched herself from him with a pop and Harvey was relieved, though his body part, clearly, was not.

"Did you just try to stop me for the sake of my dress?" she questioned, incredulous.

"Yes, Donna, it's very nice and it looks expensive and I don't want to ruin it." he responded through gritted teeth, trying to calm his latter self down.

Louis's butt. Louis's butt in mud. Old granny panties. Panties.. Donna's panties. Or lack thereof? He twitched. Fuck. He was making this worse for himself.

He started again. Puppies. Cats. Louis Litt. Cats scratching Louis Litt. "You just got Litt Up!" The only thing litt up right now is me. He groaned. This was impossible. Donna had taken him to a point of no return.

The animalistic side of him took over. He was going to make her pay.

She was currently looking at him, lipstick smeared, amused as he fought the urge to just finish off himself right in front of her. Which was why she didn't see it coming as he spun her around, this time pinning her to the wall instead.

She gasped in surprise at his actions but was silenced when he kissed her hard. She responded eagerly, mouth opening immediately, prompting their battle of the tongues. She tasted sweet, like strawberries after they had been dipped in champagne. He was pure scotch and honey. Before they drowned in the taste of each other, his hands reached underneath her dress again, this time no one stopping him.

His hands found her clit immediately, because fuck, she wasn't wearing any underwear again. His hands hovered over her opening, gently brushing past her folds but never actually entering. To his delight, she shuddered, and he was momentarily proud that he could have this effect on her. In fact, he felt pretty damn lucky to see a woman who always had her shit together completely lose her shit with him.

But before he could think of anything else, Donna expertly wrapped her legs around him, silently begging for more. Though she had only meant to bring him pleasure, she hadn't thought about the mess they would've made, and the fact that he was considerate to her appearance only made her want him even more. She didn't even need the foreplay, just Harvey buried deep inside her.

He understood and hoisted her up, hands gripping the dress covering her ass. And after a few teasing rubs with his cock, Harvey resigned to give her exactly what she wanted, what they wanted. He pushed into her slowly, her low moan so erotic that he immediately pulled out and did it again. He stayed inside her longer this time, relishing in the fact that she was so tight and warm around him.

"Fuck, Donna," he murmured into her neck. She felt so good, she always felt so good.

"Harvey… move." she begged, in desperate need of a release.

Slowly, he began pumping in and out of her, and she used the wall to push back into him at the same rhythm. Apparently, twelve years as a team brought out more synchronization beyond just her handing him his coffee when he forgot or her reprinting forms if his signature was pure chicken scratch.

They moved together, Harvey not being able to wrap his head around the fact that if someone were to lift up her skirt they'd be able to see him pounding into her mercilessly. With that thought, he began to drive into her harder, deeper, and faster, both at the peak of their climax. As Harvey looked down and saw Donna's breasts bouncing in the confines of Vera Wang, he lost it completely, shooting all that he had into her and Donna clenched down on his dick and followed soon after.

He just held her there for a while, both trying to regain their breaths.

"Donna," he whispered into her ear, "I hope you know, I was never considering sleeping with her. She was pretty but you're," he gasped, "you're so damn beautiful. She never had my attention with you around."

It was something he didn't think he was capable of saying. It was something honest, truthful, and it made Donna's heart flutter. Oh shit, she thought, what are we getting ourselves into? But it made her undeniably happy and she kissed him this time, slowly and steady. They stayed their for a while, him holding her while they kissed and kissed and kissed- both lost in its meaning or purpose, just knowing that to be there right then and there with each other was all that really mattered.

Eventually, they realized they had been gone far too long. He helped her down to her feet, enjoying the fact that despite her hair being perfect, her lips and skin screamed that she had been thoroughly fucked not too long ago.

She felt the same way when looking at his bruised lips.

He tucked himself back into his pants while she fixed her dress. After a quick stop to the ladie's room where Donna re-applied her sinful red lipstick, they looked at each other to make sure they looked spotless.

"Harvey," she chuckled. "your bowtie. Where'd it go?"

He hadn't wanted to admit this to her but he actually didn't know how to tie one and had stuffed it in his pocket, hoping no one would notice.

"You don't know how to tie one, do you?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Damn this woman and her knowledge for everything.

She reached into his pocket, found the tie, and stepped up to him to fix him. As her hands skillfully knotted the black material on his neck, Harvey smelled her also re-applied perfume, clouding his reasoning and wondering if she'd be willing to go for another round.

"Absolutely not." she answered right away. But he swore he hadn't said that last thing aloud..

"I'm Donna. I know."

When they were finally done getting ready, Harvey led Donna back through the corridors with his hand secured on her waist, and he couldn't but wonder yet again that if what Mike had with Rachel was something he could have with Donna.

When they got to the main room, Harvey remembered he couldn't shake hands with Leslie's number written all over it. As he turned to go to the men's bathroom, Donna smirked.

"There's no need. I made sure to rub it all off when you were moaning my name," she said with a wink.

He keeps in mind that maybe someday he will visit Amsterdam- but only if Donna comes with him.

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