Files room

Donna hears him enter the file room while she's making some copies; she doesn't need to turn around to know it's him. She recognizes the sound of his footsteps all too well.

"Hey..." Donna says, her eyes focused on the machine. Harvey doesn't say anything in response; he simply walks toward her, placing his hands on the sides of her hips, pressing his body against hers, and burying his lips in her neck. "Harvey-" she wants to complain, but she's truly enjoying it. "We're in the office," she adds, unable to resist moving her head to give him better access.

"I've locked the door. That dress is driving me crazy, especially that thigh slit," he growls, pressing his erection against her. "Turn around."

"We're not going to fuck here," she says firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm more interested in using my tongue," he says, licking the curve of her neck. He then turns her around and pins her between his body and the machine once again. Donna's dark gaze and parted lips indicate that she's not far from giving in. "I wanna eat you out right here," he groans into her lips, knowing she enjoys it when he talks dirty.

"Be quick," she agrees, pushing his shoulders until he kneels in front of her.

"And you be quiet," he says, trailing his fingers along the exposed skin of her thigh through the slit in her dress.

He pulls her dress up to her waist and removes her panties. He knows he has to be fast. Grasping her thighs, he forces her to expose her pussy to him while still holding her panties dangling from his finger.

Harvey trails his nose and tongue up her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by it, while savoring the soft sounds of pleasure that Donna offers him.

But, they're in the office, so she grabs his hair and leads him to her pussy.

And damn it, the way his skilled tongue flicks between her folds never fails to drive her utterly insane. She covers her mouth with her hand, forcing herself to be silent, while he doesn't give her a second to rest.

He nibbles on her clit and she bites her hand to keep from yelling. The pleasure and adrenaline that courses through her body aren't only electrifying, but also addictive.

His mouth encircles her most sensitive spot and sucks on her until she falls apart miserably in front of him and even forgets how to breathe. Damn it, Harvey Specter.

Saying nothing, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pulls her dress down and stands up, slipping her thong into his jacket pocket as he leaves.

"Harvey!" she complains.

"Sleep at home tonight and I'll give them back to you!"

"I'm gonna kill you!" she screams, though the pleasure still runs up her body.