I just want to thank everyone for all of the kind reviews for chapter one. Sorry this chapter took a bit longer than expected – I had a pipe break at my place two weekends ago so I've been dealing with everything that comes along with that for the past ten days. Everything is finally fixed and I'm back at my place, so I wanted to get this chapter up ASAP. This chapter is similar to the first where there isn't a ton of plot, but it's coming – in the meantime, hopefully you'll enjoy some fluff and smut 😊
Chapter Two: Celebrate
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"Today's the day," she grins, waltzing up to him as he stands in his closet, looking over the row of suits as he debates which one he should wear. He's dressed in only his boxers, while she's clad in nothing but his dress shirt, only a few buttons actually done up.
Turning his head to look at her, he's already smiling as he gets his arms around her body, one palm immediately landing low on her back while the other cups her ass cheek, giving it a playful squeeze. After leaning in for a few kisses, he lifts his hand to push the hair off her face, wanting to get a good look at her. "You have the check, right?" He asks – although, he'd bet his life that she does.
"Right, because that's something I would forget," she retorts, immediately calling his bluff. Grinning, he leans in again, pressing his lips to hers, quickly letting himself get lost in her.
He's kissing her deep, his tongue twisting against hers, as he lifts her up and starts carrying her back to bed. She lets him take about five steps before she pulls back, her palm stretching across his chest. "Harvey, c'mon – we can't be late," she chastises – words that have become familiar ever since they started spending their mornings together.
He can never seem to get enough – always wanting more, regardless of its interference with their work hours.
"We have time," he argues, although they most certainly do not. Still, he's already laid her back on the mattress, climbing up her body, and undoing whatever buttons stand in his way.
"Harvey, the meeting is at nine," she points out, pushing at his shoulders to prevent him from getting any closer. She knows if he does, it'll be impossible to say no. "C'mon, we'll pick this up tonight, I promise," she vows. "I'll let you do all kinds of inappropriate things to me," she flirts, that signature smile and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes getting quite the reaction out of him.
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, his mind already starting to wander. "Like how inappropriate are we talking?" He probes as his hands continue to roam, still not so innocently.
"Well… I've got a few ideas," she grins, peering up at him through her eyelashes in this way that just kills him.
"Hmm… that so?" He asks as he palms the side of her body, eyeing her breasts that are now on full display.
"Yeah," she confirms, biting down on her bottom lip to keep her smile at bay. "So, just be patient, alright?" She advises, adjusting his dress shirt to hide her chest, not wanting to tempt him any further and risk being late for work. They've already been last twice this week and if they keep this up, people will surely start to notice.
"You know I'm terrible at being patient… especially when it comes to you," he whines, his hands continuing to explore her body, once again exposing her breasts.
"Harvey, you can't be late," she reminds him, giving him that knowing look of hers, as she once again covers up.
"I know," he groans, as he hangs his head, trying to find the strength to pull away.
"C'mon," she urges, not giving him much choice in the matter.
"Okay, okay," he complains, as he finally sits up. "But we are leaving no later than seven tonight," he declares, fixing her with a stern look so she knows he's serious.
"Okay," she says with a nod and a laugh. "Now, let's go. We're already late," she adds, hurrying him back into his closet.
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"Yes?" She says, playfully, as she picks up the phone on it's second ring.
"It's 6:58," he points out, using that low tone that causes goosebumps to skim her arms. A couple words and she already wants to cancel her plans for the evening and go straight to bed with him.
"I see that," she says, keeping her cool, and refusing to turn around and meet his eyes. She's already certain that if she does, she really will cancel her plans.
"You ready to go?" He inquires, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glued to the back of her head.
"I'll text Ray," she agrees, hiding her smile from him, as she reaches for her cell phone and shoots off a message to Harvey's driver.
"You leave first?" He assumes, already shutting down his laptop, anxious to get out of there.
"We can leave together," she decides as she powers down her computer.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, rather surprised. Since this whole thing started, they haven't left together once. He is still her boss after all, and neither one of them are ready to deal with the fallout of whatever they're doing being discovered.
"If anyone asks, we're going out for a celebratory drink," she says with a casual shrug.
"Okay," he agrees, pleased with this turn of events. The sooner they both leave, the sooner he can have her undressed and in his bed. "How long 'til he gets here?" He asks when he spots her reading the message that just lit up her phone.
"He's two minutes away," she relays as she tosses her cell in her purse and reaches for her coat.
"Then, let's go," he decides, immediately getting up from his desk, hanging up the phone, throwing on his jacket, and strolling over to her cubicle just a few seconds later. "Ready?" He asks, holding out his elbow.
"Yep," she says with a nod, looping her arm around his, and letting him lead her towards the elevators.
The moment she gets close, he's hit with a wave of her perfume – the scent completely captivating him and causing an assault of dirty thoughts to wash over him. As they make their way down all fifty floors, he's already in his own little world, images of everything he wants to do to her tonight flooding his mind – not that he hasn't been thinking about it all day. He got half as much work done as he should have, unable to remain focused for long as he continued to drift off, wondering what their night would entail. He can feel his pants starting to tighten as the images infiltrate his mind once again.
In fact, as soon as they're both in the back of Ray's car, the partition quickly goes up and he's maneuvering her into his lap.
"Harvey," she giggles as he starts sucking on her neck and fiddling with the zipper on her dress.
"Do you have any idea what you were doing to me today?" He asks, his breath hitting her ear and making her tremble. "You. In this dress. It was so goddamn distracting," he groans as he bucks his hips upwards, needing her to feel exactly what he means.
"Harvey," she says, placing her hand on his chest, when she feels him beginning to harden. "We really are going to have that celebratory drink," she warns him, feeling a little bit guilty for derailing his plans for the evening.
"Donna, no one is going to be checking up on us," he assures her, barely digesting the conversation as his hands enthusiastically roam her body.
"Harvey, you made senior partner! We have to celebrate," she maintains, doing her best not to give herself away. Except, he's only half listening as he nibbles on her ear. "Harvey," she says, a bit firmer in an effort to get his attention.
Finally meeting her eyes, he lets out a sigh while he momentarily slows his exploration of her body. "Okay, but there are other ways I was hoping to celebrate with you tonight," he says, suggestively, as his hand slips up her thigh and under her dress.
"It's just one drink," she insists, refusing to give in. "And then we can spend the rest of the night celebrating however you want," she promises, using that charming and seductive smile that pretty much gets her whatever she wants.
"Donna," he whines. "We can have a drink at my place," he reasons, getting impatient. He just wants her. He's spent all day wanting her.
He keeps waiting for the day when he'll stop wanting her this badly – with other women, he usually loses interest rather quickly. But with Donna, it's been over a month and he still wants her so badly, he doesn't know what to do with himself.
"Harvey," she retorts, using that stern tone of voice. "This is happening," she declares, as she gets up off his lap and sits beside him, quickly fixing his tie and straightening his lapels just as the car pulls over.
"What? You roped Ray into this, too?" He asks, surprised, when he looks out the window and sees that they are most definitely not at his place.
"Yep," she says, proudly, just as Ray opens her door.
"You do know who signs your paychecks, right?" Harvey quips as soon as he hops out of the car, and meets his driver's sheepish expression on the other side of the vehicle, helping Donna onto the pavement.
"You may sign the paychecks, but Ray knows who the real boss is here," Donna declares, completely smug as Harvey meets her on the sidewalk, shaking his head in disbelief.
Knowing he's already lost, he has no choice but to concede. "One drink," he tells her as they walk towards the front door. "And then, I'm taking you home and having my way with you," he warns her.
"Deal," she agrees, with a nod and a sweet smile on her face as he opens the door for her, letting her walk through.
And then, as soon as he follows her inside, he stalls in the doorway, stunned to find the bar full of pretty much everyone he knows, cheering and congratulating him and raising their drinks in the air.
Yeah, he has the feeling this is going to be more than just one drink.
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"Did you have fun tonight?" Donna asks, resting her head on Harvey's shoulder as they sit in the back seat of a cab, on their way to his place.
"Yeah, I did," he confirms as he places a kiss on her temple and pulls her closer. As annoyed as he was, at first, it did turn out to be a really fun night. "Thank you," he adds, completely sincere, and he lovingly squeezes her thigh.
"Night's not over yet," she grins, lifting her head to catch his eye.
"Oh yeah? You got something else planned?" He asks, an amused laugh rolling off his lips.
"Maybe," she grins. "I mean, I did promise you some very inappropriate things, remember?" She teases, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"Oh I definitely haven't forgotten about that," he assures her before leaning in to get a proper kiss out of her.
It's only another ten minutes before they're greeting his doorman and taking the elevator up to his penthouse.
When they get inside, Harvey makes a stop in the kitchen to get a bottle of water, surprised to find her gone when he turns around to offer her a sip.
"Donna?" He calls out for her.
"Yeah?" She shouts from his bedroom.
"What are you doing?" He wonders, following the sound of her voice and walking through his bedroom door. And the moment he does, she wanders out of his closet wearing that silk lavender robe that's been living at his place as of late.
"What do ya got on under there?" He asks, mirroring her smile, as he inches closer, swallowing hard as he soaks her in. The robe is tied at her waist, but it's still not hiding much – revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage and the hem not covering much more than her ass.
"Why don't you find out?" she suggests, flirtatiously.
His signature boyish grin immediately dances across his face and she does her best not to melt at the sight. She loves that look on him – especially when it's directed at her.
He quickly unties the silk robe and pushes it open, helplessly shaking his head at the vision, as his eyes trace every inch of skin he's just exposed.
"Christ," he groans as his hands graze her curves. It never fails to amaze him how she seems to get sexier each and every day.
"You like it?" She asks, happily, already sure that he does.
"I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that," he says, still unable to tear his eyes away. "When did you get this?" He wonders, referencing the creamy white bra and panty set she's wearing.
"A couple weeks ago," she replies.
"And I'm just seeing it now?!" He exclaims, throwing her an incredulous look as he finally meets her eyes.
"I was saving it for a special occasion," she explains with a sheepish smile. "And I figured tonight was the perfect excuse," she adds.
"Mm… I couldn't agree more," he smiles. "You look incredible," he tells her, completely captivated by the woman standing in front of him. Meanwhile, his hands seem to have a mind of their own.
"Thanks," she smiles before standing on her toes to get a kiss, framing his face with both hands. Harvey immediately pulls her flush against him, encouraging her mouth open so his tongue can slide against hers.
Eventually, they are forced to part in favor of oxygen, and she just runs her fingers through his hair while smiling up at him. "I'm really proud of you, you know," she tells him.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he says, genuinely, as he wraps a palm around the back of her neck, letting their foreheads meet in the middle.
"Mm… I know," she smirks, in agreement.
Letting a chuckle fall from his lips, he decidedly ignores the comment and instead leans in for another kiss. As soon as their lips touch, he's pulling her impossibly close and wrapping her up in his arms, wanting to feel her pressed up against him. Quickly, their kisses turn heated and he's walking her backwards to the bed as his hands roam her back and cup her ass. He's just about to pick her up and lay her down on the mattress when he feels her pushing against his chest.
"Wait," she says, murmuring the words against his lips.
"What?" He asks, confusion painted all over his face.
"We're celebrating," she pointedly reminds him. "We've gotta have sex worthy of that," she informs him with a twinkle in her eye and a silly grin.
"Don't we always?" He quips with a wiggle of his eyebrow.
"You know what I mean," she insists.
"Okay…" he says with an amused smile. "So, what does that entail?" He wonders as his fingers trace her spine.
"Well… it's your night, so… it entails anything you want," she offers, with a flutter of her lashes.
"Anything I want?" He asks, incredulously, as his mind goes wild.
"Yeah, pretty much," she confirms with a nod.
"Pretty much…" he repeats, as if he's testing out the words. "So… what's off limits?" He questions, wanting to know the parameters of her offer.
"Off limits? Uh… I don't know," she shrugs. "I mean, it's not like I've ever said no to you before," she reminds him, with a flirtatious smirk.
"No, you haven't," he says, unable to hold back the smile.
"So yeah, anything you want," she reiterates with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Hmm…" he says, as if he's thinking it over. "So if I said I wanted to…" he begins, taking a moment to pause and think of something appropriately outrageous. "If I said I wanted to... I don't know… go pick up some random woman and have a threesome, you'd be all for it?" He asks, having serious doubts.
"Is… isthat what you want?" She asks, suddenly getting kind of nervous, but refusing to show it. When she said they could do anything he wanted, she definitely hadn't prepared herself for that.
He waits a few seconds, just to have a bit of fun with her, before he starts to shake his head. "No," he assures her, chuckling at her reaction. "You know I'm not into sharing," he says, pulling her body flush against his and allowing his lips to hover over hers.
"Oh really?" She grins at the sentiment, although she's still a little skeptical. "Even thought you'd be sharing with another woman?" She challenges.
"Oh so you're saying that thing with Bertha is still on the table?" He teases.
"What if it was?" She dares.
"Hmm… it's tempting, but no, I'd still want you all to myself," he promises, earning himself a big smile and a passionate kiss from the woman in his arms.
When they part, he's wearing that silly smile again as his hands slide down her back and return to her ass. "So, back to that 'anything I want' conversation…"
"Oh right… that," she says with a laugh. "Just tell me what you want to do," she suggests. "I trust you," she adds as she stands on her toes to get closer to him.
Her words hit him square in the chest and he can't help but feel proud that she has that much faith in him, that she trusts him so completely. He doesn't think anyone else had ever believed in him like she does.
Swiping his thumb along her jaw, he watches her with so much affection in his eyes, just taking her all in. "You're amazing," he declares, the disbelief clear in his voice.
"Okay, well now, you're kind of starting to scare me," she laughs, trying to lighten the mood instead of getting caught up in his affectionate gaze. "Are you just buttering me up so I'll let you do some really fucked up shit to me?" She teases.
"Oh yeah, that's exactly it," he says with sarcasm dripping from his words while he playfully rolls his eyes.
She chuckles in response, a warm smile taking over her face. "So… tell me how we're celebrating tonight," she encourages.
He smiles down at her and pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, allowing himself to continue staring for a few more moments. She just looks absolutely gorgeous right now… the light in her eyes, the smile on her lips, her copper hair cascading past her shoulders and her peachy skin perfectly complimenting the lingerie she's wearing. He just wants to take another second and memorize everything, so he'll never forget.
But eventually, he blows out a breath and meets her eyes. "Remember that dream you told me about last week?" He questions with a suggestive smile on his lips.
"Oh," she says as a blush spreads across her face. "Yeah, I remember," she confirms, trying to bite back a smile.
"Well, I've kind of been thinking about it ever since," he admits with a casual shrug.
"Hmm… so, that's what you wanna do?" She assumes.
"Only if you're into it," he quickly remarks. "I mean… seriously... I'm more than happy having any kind of sex with you tonight," he assures her, not wanting her to feel pressured into doing something she's not comfortable with.
A big smile overtakes her face as Harvey rambles on. She's always found him beyond adorable like this – a little shy and slightly vulnerable. It's not something anyone else gets to see, so it's always meant a lot when she does.
"With you, I'm into it," she promises.
"Yeah?" He replies. "You sure?"
"I'm sure," she confirms with a bob of her head.
He beams back at her and pulls her close so he can get his lips on hers. She meets each and every one of his kisses before eventually pulling away for some air.
"I hope you know that you're the only person I'd ever do this with," she flirts.
"Well, I'd hope so," he quips. "Like I said… I'm really not into sharing," he remarks, his lips curving at the edges.
She chuckles and rolls her eyes slightly. "No, I just meant that… I've never considered doing it with anyone else," she amends.
"You're sure you want to?" He questions, wanting to double check.
Her grin expands across her face, loving the way he frets about her comfort level. She meant what she said about trusting him – there's no one she trusts more.
Framing his face with her hands, she leans in and says, "Harvey, I'm sure."
His smile widens as he erases the remaining distance between them and plants several kisses on her. "God, I just… you're unbelievable," he murmurs in between kisses.
"I know," she repeats, as cocky as ever.
Letting out a laugh, he shakes his head at her antics before pulling her back to him, letting his forehead rest on hers.
"Ready to celebrate?" She flirts, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Lead the way," he grins.
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Please don't forget to review and let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your theories for what Harvey and Donna are doing to celebrate.
Oh and for the next chapter, Scottie enters the fold, so that should be fun, right?