Here we go. Officially the end of my very first story.
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Reclaiming the condo had been therapeutic. When Harvey and Donna had returned from Boston late at night, they had slept at Donna's place and agreed to sort things out at Harvey's the next day after work.
When they had both entered the apartment, Donna had been nervous about Harvey's reaction. Although he was better emotionally and physically, that kind of trauma had a long healing process. Not everything could be fixed in a few weeks, and he hadn't been back here since his breakup with Paula.
At first, he had walked in almost timidly, gently placing his keys on the counter and looking around the space as if he were a stranger in his own home, as if Paula might suddenly appear and hurt him again. Every object, every piece of furniture bore the blonde's imprint—from a shard of glass on the floor he had forgotten to pick up, to the scotch decanter on the console, the throw blanket she had brought from her place draped over his couch, and her scent that probably still lingered in his sheets.
The more he observed his living space, the more urgent his desire to reclaim it became. It was his home, his refuge, the place where he felt safe. Even though Paula had violated that in the worst way and soiled the place, it was up to him to choose to make it a cocoon again. To start fresh. With new memories. With Donna.
And screw up everything else.
At that precise moment, something shifted within him. He rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a trash bag, and began discarding everything that reminded him of the blonde. Determined, he opened the kitchen cupboards and swept the different tea boxes into the bag with a liberating fury, then opened the fridge and tossed out every detox drink he could find. He was so focused on his task that it was as if Donna no longer existed, as if he were alone in this inner battle.
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Deciding to give him some space, Donna headed to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade, and a dried bloodstain on Harvey's side of the mattress churned her stomach as she painfully recalled that the last time he had slept here was the night his hand had been injured. She pulled the sheets off the bed and dropped them on the floor to send to the cleaners, but as she was retrieving clean ones from the dresser, Harvey burst into the room and threw the dirty sheets into the trash bag without a second thought.
"Harvey, we can just wash them," she suggested softly.
He shook his head firmly, anger flickering in his eyes. "I'm not risking smelling her in my sheets. If it were up to me, I'd burn the mattress and the couch," he said, pointing toward the living room.
He left the bag in the bedroom and strode toward the console, where the scotch decanter stood. He poured it down the kitchen sink, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid disappearing, as if hoping to erase the relationship and the pain it had caused him.
Donna approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Harvey…"
"We only keep sealed bottles," he said categorically.
Donna nodded and let him be, understanding that this cleansing ritual was his way of clearing his mind as well and starting over with a healthy space and mindset. When he finished, he stood by the sink for a while, lost in thought.
"Harvey, talk to me," Donna urged, her heart heavy at seeing him like this when things had been going so well for several weeks.
"Bring your furniture here," he suddenly declared, turning to face her.
"What?"
"The sheets are changed, but I know damn well I won't be able to sleep in this bed anymore, and God knows what happened on that couch. Anyway, it's not just my condo anymore; it's our condo, so you might as well bring a little bit of yourself into it. It can't just look like a bachelor pad anymore."
Donna placed her hands on either side of his face, gently caressing his cheeks. "I'd love that," she admitted, a comforting smile on her face.
Harvey nodded, satisfied that he didn't need to explain himself further. As he seemed to slip back into his thoughts, she asked, "What's on your mind?"
"I don't want to press charges," he murmured. "I just want to move on and get over it."
"I know," Donna replied, her voice full of understanding. As much as she would have loved to see Paula pay legally, it was Harvey's choice whether to pursue it or not. Whatever the outcome, as long as it was his decision, Donna would be by his side to support him.
"But I can't either…" Harvey exhaled, exhausted by the turmoil in his head.
Donna gave him a moment to reflect, then he continued, "Dr. Robinson suggested I write her a letter. That confronting her directly would give her another chance to twist the situation in her favor."
"That's a good idea. Besides… The confrontation has already happened, so what's the point," she said innocently.
Harvey looked up at her, frowning. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, she may have shown up at the office while you were in Boston. And she may have realized that she should never contact you again," she added with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Harvey squinted, intrigued. "It may have?"
"I may also have slapped her." When she saw Harvey's eyes widen, she added, "And I'm not going to apologize for it."
"Closed fist?" he asked with amused curiosity.
She responded with the confidence he knew well, a defiant look in her eyes. "Open palm."
"Bitch slap," he approved with a light chuckle.
Her smile widened. "Damn straight."
"How did it feel?"
"So good," she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.
"That's my girl," he laughed, kissing her.
As the kiss deepened, Harvey slid a hand under her blouse.
"Harvey," Donna murmured against his lips.
"You turn me on when you're protective."
"Harvey."
"I could fuck you right here on this counter," he suggested, his hand gliding over her ass.
"Tempting," she said, stopping the kiss. "But another time. It's getting late, and I'm still tired from our weekend."
A few days later, he finally sent the letter after going through dozens of drafts, constantly starting over, never satisfied. He didn't want to come off as vindictive, but neither as indulgent. Finding the right balance of neutrality had been the hardest part.
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" Dear Paula,
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Fuck no.
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"Paula,
I'm sorry —
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Maybe not in the first sentence, Harvey.
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"Paula,
I've thought of several ways to close this chapter of my life. Leaving things simply with our breakup felt unfinished. I considered taking you to court, but I don't have the energy or time to waste on you. I just want to move on.
I wasn't the perfect boyfriend. Committing to you while I was in love with someone else was a mistake. It wasn't fair. To either of us. And even though I still believe you knew all about my feelings for Donna—since that was the main reason I was in therapy with you—I understand why you gave us a chance. I was convinced I could move on, so why wouldn't you have thought the same? I put you in that uncomfortable situation, I hurt your feelings, and for that, I'll always be sorry.
But, as I told you, there were hundreds of ways to confront me, and you chose revenge in the dirtiest form. We both know what you did. We both know it was wrong. I can't change the past. I can't forgive you for what you've done. Whether I have all the details or not doesn't matter—you've sullied me forever, and we both know it. Not having memories doesn't make the healing process easier, nor forgiveness any simpler to give. But I can choose to move on and leave this behind for good, hoping you learn from your own choices that led us here.
Make no mistake, if I ever find out that you've done this to someone else, I will come after you. You've seen what I'm capable of as a lawyer—you know I'm ruthless. Add to that the fact that I'd be defending someone who's gone through the same pain I have, and you can be sure you'd beg me not to destroy you.
I'm not expecting a response to this letter. In fact, I don't want one. I've said my piece, and I don't want to hear back.
As my wonderful girlfriend —soon-to-be fiancée— told you, don't contact me. Forget me. Forget us.
I don't forgive you. But I choose to forget you.
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H.S."
Two months later
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Harvey had a last-minute morning meeting with a client on this Saturday, but he promised Donna he'd make breakfast to compensate for the early wake-up call.
When he walked through the door and was greeted by complete silence, he assumed Donna was still in bed. He had swung by Nougatine and grabbed a copy of that day's New York Times before heading home, feeling as excited as a child. And for good reason. He placed everything on the kitchen counter and started frantically flipping through the pages until he found the section he was looking for:
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Upcoming Wedding
Mr. Harvey R. Specter, Managing Partner at Specter Litt, and Miss Donna R. Paulsen, COO of Specter Litt, have announced their engagement. The wedding is set for next summer.
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Harvey couldn't contain the blissful smile spreading across his face as he looked at the piece of paper. Him, engaged to Donna. Even seeing it in print, it still felt surreal. He glanced around the room, noticing how the sunlight was beginning to bathe the space in a warm glow. But that warmth was nothing compared to what his home's new decor brought.
The day after their return, the couple had moved several pieces of furniture from Donna's apartment: her bed and couch, of course, but also her dining chairs, which were much more comfortable than Harvey's, and a rug that made the place cozier. The bedroom wasn't left out either, they had also brought her bedside tables and a dresser. Even though Harvey had cleared out space for her in his dressing room, they needed extra space.
But what truly brought warmth to the condo were Donna's touches scattered everywhere. Scented candles on the TV stand, fresh flowers on the dining table, a huge fruit basket on the kitchen counter, a family photo they'd taken in Boston that Donna had framed and placed on his desk, and their famous cactus on the coffee table. He had hated these kinds of personal touches with Paula, seeing them as an invasion of his personal space. But everything was different with Donna. She was different. It was the exact opposite. Having her presence everywhere in the apartment was a relief. He needed to feel her in every corner of their home. It had become their place.
A noise from the bedroom pulled him out of his thoughts, and he decided to go find his fiancée.
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When Donna woke up in an empty bed, the silence of the condo told her Harvey had already left for his meeting. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the quiet that surrounded her, before slowly stretching out, taking almost guilty pleasure in occupying all the space Harvey had left behind. Every muscle in her body relaxed under the weight of this new reality—one where she woke up next to, or almost next to, the man she had loved for so many years. A soft warmth filled her as she rolled over to Harvey's side, burying her face in his pillow. She now had the luxury of enjoying his scent everywhere—on the sheets, the blankets, and of course, directly on him.
Her gaze fell on her hand, and for a moment, it felt like the world around her stopped. The ring sparkled faintly in the morning light, and Donna couldn't help but gently twist the band around her finger, still a bit surprised by its weight and by what it symbolized. Her entire life had always been carefully calculated, organized, and anticipated. She was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, especially when it came to Harvey. Except for this time. He had taken her by surprise, in the most beautiful way. And boy, could she get used to surprises.
When he'd taken her out to dinner, she had immediately guessed they were going to Del Posto. It was their restaurant, the one where they had shared so many moments, so many knowing looks. She had already guessed what dish he would choose, what wine he would order to pair with it, and even the exact amount of the generous tip he'd leave. A comforting sense of predictability.
She had been a bit less prepared for his suggestion to take a ride on the High Line, which was just around the corner from the restaurant. That was new, but she wasn't about to complain—the views combined with the surrounding greenery made it one of her favorite spots in the city. They had walked along the elevated path, the city lights twinkling around them, the sound of traffic below creating a strange symphony in the background. Nor had she expected Harvey to declare his love to her. And she certainly hadn't expected him to drop to one knee, his grandmother's ring in hand.
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"I love you," he threw out, his voice soft but resolute, fixing his gaze on Donna as she looked out over the city below.
She turned to him, laughing gently at his sudden declaration. "I love you too," she replied without much thought, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
But he shook his head slowly, as if she hadn't quite grasped the weight of his words. His expression grew more intense, and he tenderly took her hands in his. "No, you don't understand. I love you," Harvey insisted.
Donna's smile faded slightly, replaced by a small furrow of her brow. She could sense something important was about to happen. Her heart began to beat faster as she waited, curious to hear what he really had to say.
Harvey took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage. "These last few months have been the best of my life," he began slowly. "Even with everything that happened before—with the therapy and all the shitty hurdles I had to face—it was still the best time of my life because I finally had you by my side. Finally, in the way I've wanted you for years but couldn't access."
Donna felt her heart tighten in her chest. She wanted to interrupt him, to reassure him, to tell him that none of that mattered anymore, that what mattered was the present—them. But something in his expression, in the gravity of this moment, stopped her. This wasn't the time to speak. So, she remained silent, her fingers still intertwined with his, listening with almost religious focus.
Harvey continued, his voice trembling slightly. "You've been with me for years, always by my side, even when I was the worst asshole. And I kept denying us this relationship, and I'm so sorry for that."
He paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Donna could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but she held back, instead squeezing his hands a little tighter to show her encouragement.
"All those years, you were ten feet away from me, fifteen hours a day, five days a week. But the truth is, even as close as you were, I still missed you."
His eyes filled with tears, and Donna felt her own starting to roll down her cheeks. Harvey let out a small, nervous laugh, almost incredulous, before murmuring, "Strange, isn't it? How can you miss someone when you see them every day and before this encounter, everything seemed fine in my life. But for me, it means… I've always missed you. I thought I had a life before you, but in reality, I was just waiting for you to come into it."
Harvey's words washed over her like a wave of love. Each sentence hit her heart with a force she couldn't contain. She could feel her tears flowing freely now, her hands trembling in his. He had never been this vulnerable, this open. It was something so precious that she knew she would never forget it.
"You changed my life, Donna. You changed my life forever. You've loved every part of me, even the parts I hated. You healed my head and my heart. You saved me."
He took a deep breath, seemingly struggling against the tears threatening to spill over, while Donna felt her own heart breaking open under the weight of his emotions.
"You're not just my soulmate, Donna. You're my soul."
With those words, Harvey looked down, gently releasing one of her hands to reach into the inside pocket of his coat. She watched him in disbelief as he pulled out a stunning blue diamond ring, old and elegant—a family heirloom.
Then, with a nearly solemn gesture, Harvey knelt down in front of her. The world around them seemed to disappear. They no longer heard the traffic, as if the entire city were holding its breath.
"When we're together, it's not gravity that keeps me grounded, it's you. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Donna. I can't wait to explore every aspect of life with you. Family dinners, Christmases, birthdays, vacations. We'll go around the world. Twice. Because the first time, I won't be able to take my eyes off you."
Donna let out a nervous laugh through her tears. If anyone could take her around the world twice because they were too distracted the first time, it would definitely be Harvey Specter.
"Donna Roberta Paulsen," he finally said, his voice hoarse. "Will you marry me?"
"Of course, I'll marry you, Harvey," she said between sobs.
Harvey gently slid the ring onto her finger, and Donna collapsed to her knees as well, their gazes locking before they kissed, their tears mingling with the pure joy that filled their hearts. She was the first to break the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at him, trying to etch the face and expression of her now-fiancé into her memory.
Her trembling hands caressed his face, and she cleared her throat, trying to speak through the overwhelming emotion.
"Harvey… I will always choose you. Without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I will choose you over and over again. I will love you until the end of days. I will love you when you feel unloved. On your bad days, when you can't love yourself. I will always love you. You will always be the strongest beat of my heart, Harvey Specter."
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Yes, it had been a perfect evening, one that would forever be etched in her memory. Harvey's grandmother's ring fit her perfectly, with no need for adjustment, as if everything had been preordained and the ring had been waiting for Donna all these years. Added to that was a wild night of celebrating their engagement the way it deserved. She also remembered the look on Harvey's face when she had quickly slipped on one of his sweaters to sleep in. Everything about him had screamed "possessive caveman," which had led to a second round.
Hearing the front door open, Donna decided to get up and freshen up quickly before surprising her fiancé.
When Harvey stepped into the doorway, Donna walked out at the same moment, a soft smile on her lips as she saw him in his black three-piece suit. She had planned to play dirty by putting on one of his shirts, but he wasn't holding back either. His suit fit perfectly on his broad shoulders, the jacket hugging the muscles of his body just right.
God bless the birth of Tom Ford.
Even though Harvey in a suit still had the same effect on her after all these years, she smiled triumphantly when she saw the hungry look in his eyes as he realized what she was wearing. Harvey's shirt had been an excellent choice for the plan she had in mind this morning.
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Harvey couldn't hide his surprise as he glanced at Donna's outfit. He studied her from head to toe, not even trying to be subtle, and judging by her mischievous grin, it was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for.
"Hey," she greeted him innocently. "How did your meeting go?"
Harvey paused, trying to process the question. All he could think about was his fiancée's body in his shirt. "Uh… good. I closed him."
"That's my boy," Donna praised, kissing him languidly. Harvey groaned loudly, partly because of the kiss, but mostly because of the praise.
Damn, she needed to stop with the praise. One sentence and he was already halfway hard.
Feeling her smile through the kiss, he realized that was exactly the reaction she'd wanted. Breakfast could wait, he had something far better than eggs to make her taste anyway.
He slid his hand under the hem of the shirt to caress her ass but froze when he felt only her bare skin. "So… you're naked under here?"
"Is that a problem?" she asked, tugging playfully on his tie.
Harvey shook his head, laughing softly at her faux-innocent expression. He resumed his caress as Donna's hand wandered down to his crotch.
"I missed it this morning," she said with a pout, clearly disappointed she hadn't been able to get her hands on him when she woke up.
"I can see that, judging by what you're wearing."
"Oh yeah? I didn't know you had a possessive kink," she teased with irony.
Harvey let out a low laugh at her blatant lie. "You know damn well I have a possessive kink. That's exactly why you put on my shirt. Because as much as I love seeing you in lingerie, you know this," he gestured vaguely, "It makes me fucking hard in a heartbeat."
"I plead the Fifth," she said solemnly.
He kissed her again, licking her lips to gain access to her mouth, which she happily granted. Their breathing quickly became ragged, both of them hungry for each other's bodies.
Donna was the first to break the kiss, feeling Harvey's hands becoming more and more adventurous. Apparently, getting naked within five minutes wasn't part of her plan. He felt her gaze admiring his body in his suit and even though he hadn't done it on purpose, he was glad he'd chosen a three-piece suit today. He knew exactly what it did to Donna because he had seen her take a few extra seconds to admire him in those suits for over 12 years. He had bitten his tongue back then, never making a comment. But now, he could say whatever he wanted, and they could both exchange hungry looks freely.
She pressed her hip against his groin, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "I'm starving, Harvey," she complained, and they both knew she wasn't talking about food.
Harvey pretended to be doing her a favor. "Well, who am I to deny you breakfast?"
Donna smiled and slowly dropped to her knees, ready to unbuckle his pants when he hummed in disagreement. She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowing in mild irritation at being interrupted, but when she saw the playful look in his eyes, she knew he had something in mind.
He stepped back a few paces before fully turning and walking toward the living room, leaving Donna on her knees by the bedroom door. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it casually onto the couch, then stopped near the kitchen and finally turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire.
"If you want it, earn it," he murmured, slipping his hands into his pockets.
Harvey had expected many things. That Donna would get up and walk toward him. That she would laugh in his face and make it clear that's not how things worked. Or even that she wouldn't move at all and give him a stern look, waiting for him to rethink what he had just said. But he certainly didn't expect Donna to crawl toward him on all fours, looking him straight in the eye while exaggerating the sway of her hips. He swallowed slowly, caught in his own game, vividly imagining her bare pussy and her ass only half-covered by his shirt.
She finally reached him, brushing her cheek slowly against his crotch before looking up. "Did I earn it now?"
Harvey raised an eyebrow. "You certainly did." And he didn't stop her this time as her hands moved to unzip his pants.
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Donna slowly removed the zipper, pulling out his already hard erection without bothering with the button. As much as she loved her fiancé's naked body, seeing him fully dressed in one of his suits was definitely a fantasy she was about to fulfill. She masturbated him for a moment before gently licking his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum on her tongue. She could already hear him moaning at the contact.
She glanced up, and their eyes met as she slid her lips down his length. Harvey let out a breath between his lips, closing his eyes for a moment, as if relieved to finally be in Donna's warm mouth. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and she had only just begun—that was one of her favorite things about him.
Most men might think the position gave them power and domination. To be standing in all their glory while the woman was kneeling between their legs, her mouth full of their cock. But Harvey knew better. She knew he was fully aware that the real control lay with Donna and her tongue, and he was completely okay with that. Harvey was secure in his masculinity, and that was probably one of the most attractive things about him.
She applied herself to long, back-and-forth strokes with her mouth, each time taking him a little deeper until she practically had him entirely in her mouth. Suddenly she stopped moving, his head almost hitting the back of her throat, then began sucking on his cock with tongue flicks.
"Fuck, Donna…" He swayed slightly, his thighs tensing as if he regretted being in the middle of the room with nowhere to hold onto. He ran a hand through her hair but didn't push her head, letting her set the pace.
She could hear his erratic breathing, loving the effect she was having on him and the sensation of his cock in her mouth. Her lips stretched wider than ever, the weight of his cock heavy on her tongue.
Finally, Donna pulled back, gripping the base of his member with her hand and increasing the speed of her movements.
"Fuck…" Harvey groaned in pleasure. Donna didn't take her eyes off him as she worked her lips up and down, loving the look of satisfaction on his face. He glanced down at her, locking their gaze as he started unbuttoning his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, looking intensely focused, as if preparing for a particularly complex task.
He placed a hand on her cheek, caressing her jaw that was starting to burn with the effort. "Your mouth was made for me, baby."
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Donna hummed in agreement, the sound sending vibrations through Harvey's cock, causing him to lose control and pull away abruptly. He slid his hands under her arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing to set her on the counter.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue immediately forcing its way into her mouth without asking for permission this time. Not that he needed to, after she'd just sucked him like her life depended on it, his tongue wasn't something she was going to mind.
His hands found the buttons of her shirt, which he removed one by one, his need to touch her breasts urgent. He trailed his hands up from her stomach to her already hard nipples, which responded to his touch. When Donna moved to slip the shirt off her shoulders, he broke the kiss with a sound of protest.
"The shirt stays on during sex," he said, his eyes dark with longing.
"As long as you don't try to take off that vest," she agreed.
Harvey smirked arrogantly. "I knew you had a thing for my three-piece suits."
She lay back on the counter, the shirt tails hanging down, allowing Harvey full access to her body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking as their hips collided. The friction of his cock against Donna's clit made her gasp, her pussy had been neglected for too long. Harvey grabbed his cock and rubbed it harder against her while his tongue continued playing with her breasts, determined to worship the body laid out before him.
"Harvey…" Donna moaned, pushing her hips up, her body begging for more contact. "I need more."
Eager to satisfy her, he slid two fingers into her mouth, silently ordering her to suck them, and damn, Donna was thrilled to have something in her mouth again. Once his fingers were wet enough, he slowly pushed them inside her.
"Harvey…" she groaned with pleasure. Then he hit the spot he was aiming for. "Fuck, yes, right there."
Harvey smiled to himself, proud.
Yep, still good at finding the G-spot.
He rubbed his thumb over her clit in small circles. "Harvey… not both at once… I can't."
But her shaking legs said otherwise, her curling toes said otherwise, her burning eyes said otherwise, her hands desperately gripping for something to hold onto said otherwise.
"Of course you can. You can handle it, baby."
He stood up, continuing to work on her pussy, while his other hand gently caressed her hips, as if to reassure her that everything would be okay, that she could let go. His hand trailed up her stomach and to the curve of her breasts, where Donna clung to his forearm, grateful to finally have something to hold on to.
She tilted her head back, fully connected to what Harvey was doing to her. And damn, seeing her like that, abandoned to his actions, was driving him crazy. But what really sent him over the edge were her hands gripping his arms. Her body still covered by his shirt. Her engagement ring gleaming on her finger. His initials embroidered on her cuffs.
Harvey grunted in satisfaction at that sight. He then grabbed her abruptly and turned her on her stomach to take her from behind, driven by a surge of possessiveness. At the edge of the table, her bare feet didn't touch the floor, but wedged between Harvey and the counter, there was no chance of her slipping.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and gently inserted himself, until he tapped the base against her. Harvey moved immediately, knowing his fingers had prepared her well enough.
"Fuck, Donna... You're so wet, baby," Harvey admired, leaning his chest against her back, breathing down her neck.
The young woman moaned in response but couldn't find the strength to form words. Harvey took one of her hands that was flat on the counter.
And fuck, still his initials on her.
"You're mine, Donna. Mine," he whispered in her ear, and he felt a shiver run through her body.
She turned her head to him, their eyes meeting as she nodded. "Yours. Always."
He hadn't asked her to say it, but he never needed to tell her what to do, she just did. Because she got him. He straightened up, gripping her hips, holding onto her as he quickened his pace. Donna's moans grew more urgent, more needy, louder. Watching her body move like a puppet to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts brought him dangerously close to the point of no return.
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Donna turned her head a bit more to admire her man in all his glory. Standing behind her, still dressed in his suit, biting his lip as he tried to hold off his orgasm a little longer. And that sight was enough to push her to the edge, without needing to touch herself.
"Fuck, Harvey…" She could feel her body tightening, and she sensed Harvey tensing up behind her as well, his hands gripping her hips more erratically, and finally, orgasm hit them both.
She vaguely heard Harvey moaning as he came, and she gasped as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was a good thing she was lying on the counter, or she would have collapsed to the floor once her body relaxed in the aftermath. Donna felt Harvey lean over her again, wrapping her body in his post-orgasmic embrace.
"That was… Wow… I think that's the first time I've come without even touching myself."
"So, you're saying I'm your first time?"
Donna laughed at his playful tone. "You're my first time for a lot of things, Harvey Specter."
He chuckled with her, then kissed her lightly on the lips. "How about you freshen up and get dressed, and we'll have breakfast? Then, I'll change and we can head over to help Mike and Rachel with the wedding. Sounds good?"
Their friends' wedding was the next day, and there was still a lot to prepare. The couple had promised to dedicate their day to helping them.
"Sounds good, except for one thing." Harvey frowned, not sure what she meant. "Neither of us has the energy to make breakfast."
"Good thing I stopped by Nougatine on the way back and got us two take-out breakfasts."
"Nougatine doesn't do take-out," she mused, still catching her breath.
"They do for me."
Donna sighed happily. "You're a God among men."
"That, I am," he exclaimed proudly.
After Donna quickly changed, they shared breakfast, talking about everything and nothing, with Harvey teasing Donna that whether or not she caught the bouquet tomorrow, she'd be the next bride.
Donna was tidying up the kitchen while Harvey changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the day when she noticed the newspaper article about their engagement. But it was another page that caught her attention, with a name she thought she'd never see again. She pulled out the miscellaneous news section and began reading.
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After numerous complaints from her patients, the ethics committee launched an investigation into Dr. Paula Agard. Based on the evidence, the committee has decided to revoke Ms. Agard's license to practice psychiatry. According to several sources, the young woman returned to her home country a few days after the ruling was announced. The ethics committee believes the complaints are serious enough to pursue further action, ensuring that Ms. Agard will also be barred from practicing in England.
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This was news she hadn't expected but found deeply satisfying to read. So much so that she read the article several times, struggling to believe her eyes. The irony of it being in the same edition of the paper where she and Harvey announced their engagement was almost too good to be true.
Donna felt an immense sense of relief. The thought that Paula had still been able to practice after what she had done to Harvey had always unsettled her. It was simply incompatible with the values of the profession. And the fact that Harvey hadn't had to be questioned or dragged back into that dark chapter of his life made it all the more gratifying.
Karma's a bitch, Paula. And so are you.
The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly folded the paper as Harvey walked toward her, now dressed in black jeans and a white hoodie. She knew he hadn't seen the article; otherwise, he would have told her, or she would have seen something in his expression.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered absentmindedly.
He frowned at her tone. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's just…" She grabbed the page with the engagement announcement. "We should probably get another copy of this paper. My mom's going to want to frame this article right in the middle of her living room."
He shook his head, amused. "She definitely will." She continued to stare at him, not making any move toward the door. "You sure you're okay?"
She nodded softly. "I love you so much," she murmured, almost to herself, but he heard it anyway.
An enormous Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. "I love you too," he said, kissing her.
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Yes, karma hit hard. But love hit harder.