BAMF Lawyer Tactics 101

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Harvey Specter was a cowboy. A gunslinger. He didn't go by the traditional rules that came with being a lawyer. There was no niceness to the opponent unless they were an old friend or he had slept with them in the past. Usually it was pretty ruthless. He would go for the jugular and he wouldn't let go until he had won. His personality in the courtroom was pretty similar to the one outside of it. He didn't take shit and he detested incompetent idiots who couldn't find a defense to save their ass. Fuck them. He was the top dog.

He invited Annie to this hearing because it wasn't one that focused on hand holding and corporate buyouts. It was one of his past cases from when he worked under Cameron. He was trying to help someone he had managed to successfully fuck over back when he was a blind idiot. He could help him now. He could do his damn job. Jessica was giving him that freedom. God fucking bless that woman.

The argument was reaching a lull and the man had practically been talking for an hour. It was probably only ten minutes, but it felt longer to Harvey. He wasn't going to stop either. His head slipped from the comfort of his hand and he wobbled. The judge cleared his throat and asked if they were disturbing Harvey. Bingo.

"Little bit, Your Honor. I thought this was supposed to be a hearing. I wasn't aware that we were gonna listen to Jerry blow smoke up his ass for half an hour." He smiled brightly and shrugged his shoulders. "Am I the only one who feels this way?" Out came a short chuckle and he glanced at Jerry who was practically about to shoot lasers out of his eyes.

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Annie wasn't sure what the details were and she supposed that they didn't all matter much. What mattered was that her badass boyfriend was sitting there, wearing a suit that accentuated every single inch of the body that had done very nice things to her that morning and--

Yup. There it was. She actually had to duck her head when he spoke up. If he wasn't careful, she had a feeling that his smartass attitude was going to get him in trouble. There had only been a very few times in her life that she'd had to go before a judge, but never - not once - had she had the gall to back talk one. True, lawyers had a little bit of leeway, and she knew Harvey had more than most, but this... well, she had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

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Harvey could handle himself with the amount of slack he got. He often did, but he always figured out a way to get free. He was pretty good at wiggling his way out of tough situations. Half of them he created from his own handwork, but the other half was usually due to other people's incompetence and fail. He wasn't tooting his own horn, but he did know what he was doing in the courtroom.

He relaxed into his seat once more and held up his hands. "I'll play nice." He leaned his head back on his hand and waited for Jerry to finish. He came to a close and Harvey was finally able to stand up. He buttoned the front of his suit and stepped out from behind his table. He spun around to face Jerry and gave him a slow clap. "That was inspired, Jerry. It's a good thing we deal in facts and not your wild ass accusations. We would be in big time trouble if we let that fly." The sarcasm was dripping from his mouth. "Good try though. It was cute." He took a few steps to be closer to the front. The next fifteen minutes were glorious filled with just as much sarcasm as before. He had this in the bag.

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It was easy for Annie to see where Harvey's love of sarcasm around her came from -- he used it everywhere. She had to admit, though, it was kind of amusing to see it in play when it came to other people; he was just ruthless. At least with her, he was usually playful.

Also fascinating was the way that other people shrank away from him when he was in that mode. At least the men did, as if they knew they couldn't compete. Women subconsciously leaned forward to get a better look and Annie, as someone who read people for a living, found it all beyond... well, neat.

As the proceedings came to a close, she tilted her head to watch Harvey get it all done, a small smile on her face.

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He tried not to pay too much attention to the people who were watching the trial. It threw him off. He needed to focus on his competition and the judge. No jury for this. They didn't use them in appellate courts. He just had to make sure to impress that man up there and be better than Jerry. He knew him well. He tried to look sophisticated and like an operator, but the sad truth is that he wasn't. He'd trip over his own feet if he bothered to move much at all.

The dog and pony show slowly came to a close for the day. They had done everything they could and Harvey had taken a few pot shots at Jerry in the process. Breaking his confidence in this matter was going to help. A man thrown off his game meant he wasn't paying attention to every single ball that was up in the air. That mean anything could hit the ground at any given moment.

They are adjourned and he bid a farewell to his client. They had to wait on the system to review the evidence that had been presented. It was all a waiting game now. Harvey had to cool his jets and step out of his shark mode. He stood in the hallway outside of the courtroom and rubbed the back of his neck.

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Annie had been waiting at the end of the hall until he was done and then had waited a little longer. It was obvious that he was feeling some stress, so she waited until he'd rubbed for several seconds before striding down the hall toward him.

She flashed a smile here and another there before coming to a stop at his side. Running a hand down his free arm, she squeezed gently when she got to his wrist. "You did good."

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He may have appeared to look like he was relaxed and obnoxious in the courtroom, but he was working hard. He was prepared and ready for a fight, but that didn't mean he didn't have to adjust when new things were smacking him in the face. It was all part of this song and dance. His ability to adjust and bluff is just a tiny part of what made him one of the best damn closers this city had to offer. It was going to be terrifying when he finally did move to be closer to her.

He looked up and smiled at her. He lifted his chin up and puffed his chest up a bit more. He had just ripped Jerry a new asshole in there and he was a little proud of that accomplishment. He was fairly certain he saw the man duck into the bathroom dabbing at his eyes with his nine dollar bargain bin tie. "Just doing my job."

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It wasn't that she didn't know how much effort that he put into everything that he did, it was more that she didn't know just how much everyone else appreciated what he did; namely, the entire city and his whole firm. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be the Yoko to his Lennon, especially since he would certainly come under fire for that kind of decision.

The puffing wasn't necessary since she'd seen that chest naked just that morning. "I know and you do it so well. I'm proud of you in ways you can't possibly fathom and I know your clients are lucky to have you."

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He could get another job. He could find work all over this world. He was talented and his references were better than a lot of guys out there. He was good at what he did and his record spoke for itself. Any firm would be lucky to have Harvey working for it. There was one thing that Harvey was fairly certain would not be coming around again. Love. He had never expressed any desire to settle down until her and that kind of did mean something to him. It was a homerun. Good job, Annie. You're not Yoko. You're a goddamn lifesaver.

Harvey ducked his head for a moment and smiled. He nodded slowly and looked back up. "I think they're realizing it." He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded to her. His briefcase sat by his feet. Ready and waiting. "Did you have any fun at all?"

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With his arms crossed over his chest, she could rest her hands on them at his front and look up at him with a small, but satisfied smile. "If I told you that it was a little bit fun watching you step all over the competition, would that make me a bad person or someone who was just really interested in justice?"

Her voice was quiet and her eyes were on his for two reasons: one, she didn't want someone to take her words and use them as a judgment against Harvey and two, she wanted him to understand the underlying meaning in her words. There definitely was one.

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His smile grew and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. He nodded slowly and tilted his head. "You can be bad. I'm gonna have to say both." He leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips to his earlobe. The hallway was slowly starting to clear and no one that could really cause problems for him was within visual or hearing distance. He was clear to be as close as he wanted. "Jerry is crying in the bathroom." If him dominating a sad little man was a good time then he'd make it better.

He slid a hand down her side and gave her thigh a pat. "Car's waiting." He pulled back and picked up his briefcase. He turned on his heels and headed towards the exit. She'd be right with him. He dug his shades from his pocket and slid them on as he stepped outside. He took a quick look around and spotted the black car waiting to take him back to the office. He waved the driver back into the front and opened the door for Annie on his own. Once she was in he slid in next to her and shut the door.

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There was that tongue thing again; and good God could she remember in vivid detail what he'd done with it the night before. In fact, every waking moment she spent with the man was a constant reminder of what she'd done with him the last time they'd been in close proximity together. Once they were in the same city constantly, it was going to be a problem, namely because her body was going to be in a constant state of arousal. She was sure of it.

Once in the car, she had to adjust herself once she was sitting, glad that she'd worn her own sunglasses. It hid the look in her eyes that she needed a moment to get under control. She knew he did it on purpose, just as much as she knew he had no regrets about doing it. Leaning close, she lifted her lips to his jaw. "How long until you're out of the office this afternoon?"

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Did he do it on purpose? Oh yes. He did it constantly to rattle her. She was a CIA agent and he was a lawyer. Maybe he found it a tiny bit funny that he could make her skin crawl just with a few select motions. Then again she had the ability to do the exact same thing to him as well. He had to chalk that up to being in a relationship. A very, very, very hot one. Once he did move it would be extremely difficult for them to ever do work at all. He had a funny feeling he'd be late constantly. Oh well.

He tried to remain as calm and collected as humanly possibly, but those wonderful lips were working there way along his jaw and he was losing focus. He could keep this though. He was on a winners high. He could keep that collected demeanor. He had to work at it. Like everything else. He glanced in her direction from the corner of his eye and smiled slowly. "I have a few things to wrap up. Why do you ask?"

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CIA agents were still people. Especially if they were people with gorgeous boyfriends who wore suits that fit them perfectly and had voices that could make grown men cry. It made her a melting puddle on the seat, which is why she enjoyed retaliating with her lips on his jaw.

"I was just wondering how long I was going to have to wait before we could take a celebratory party elsewhere," she murmured, before nipping gently. "Your office, with all its glass walls, doesn't exactly lend itself to discretion."

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Harvey rested his arm on the door and drummed his fingers against the siding. He was trying to keep his focus and not give in to her tactics. She knew his weak points and damn did she know how to exploit them in the best possible ways. He focused on the leather headrest in front of him and tried to ignore the tightness of his pants. He wasn't about to walk into the office with a boner. Donna would point it without even hesitating. He didn't want that.

"A party? Love a good party." His tongue clicked softly as he thought over her next comment. "I wasn't aware that you were afraid of a few glass walls. Color me surprised, Annie." Oh the stupid smug smile. He's very proud if you can't already tell. He's proud of his performance in the courtroom and his ability to not take her in the backseat of the town car.

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For her part, she's not sure if she should force him to walk into his office with a hard-on or really just get him to give in in the back of the hired car. Either way, it's a win for her since both are a serious indication of how much he wants her. In fact, his drumming his fingers is a not-so-subtle tell all on its own.

"Harvey," she murmured, her lips teasing the skin just under his earlobe. "I'm not afraid of the glass walls in your office. I just don't want that Louis guy to walk by and see the expression on my face when you make me come all over your desk."

The hand on his upper thigh tightened when she whispered 'come', her nails digging in just slightly.

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His top teeth caught his bottom lip tightly and he sucked in a breath. She could push his buttons like a pro. He had the ability to do the same to her, but right now she was holding the cards. It was a little maddening, but the closer she got the better he felt about it. She found the spot behind his ear and the drummer immediately stopped. He was focusing on the impulses racing down his neck. She dangled him over the edge with his next sentence and gave him the final push with the hand on his thigh.

Fuck her.

Wait. That's what he wanted.

"It'd be the first time he ever saw a woman satisfied." Louis wasn't even here and he still felt the need to take a dig at the little asshole. That was probably a sign of something, but he couldn't analyze that now. He was busy. Trying to keep it in his pants, but he was losing. So badly. "You'd probably make my desk look a lot better."

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"Better? Papers scattered, hands pressed hard against the surface, hair everywhere..." The tiny moan actually was accidental, but she'd almost done herself in with the mental image of herself, hot and panting, while Harvey drove into her from behind as she tried to keep her body steady against his desk.

Taking a deep breath, she brushed her lips over his earlobe before sucking in into her mouth lightly, then letting go. "The mental image is kind of distracting, isn't it?"

She relaxed her grip on his thigh, smoothing her fingertips over his slacks, possibly a little higher than normal. If her nipples were any harder, they'd have pushed right through her bra.

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He had to use every ounce of willpower not to groan out loud at the sight of that. She was very good at giving him mental pictures. When she was in DC she'd call him sometimes while he was at work and give him the most detailed thoughts. He never got any work done after she dropped one of those bombs on him. He usually had to pack it up and go home. He tried to power through once, but it wound up rather difficult to leave the office all worked up like that. He had to get out quickly.

"Very." Oh yeah. That was a slight groan. It was hidden under his words, but it was there. Her grip loosened and he thanked God for that. She really shook him up when her fingertips went higher. She was going to kill him. If all CIA agents had this talent then the war on terror and international assholes would basically be over. They'd be jello.

The muscles in his neck tightened and he turned to look at her. He removed his sunglasses slowly and let them drop next to him on the seat. "I should bring you to these more often." You have his attention. Use it wisely.

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It was there and she could hear it. It sent a thrill of pride through her to know that while he could make grown men cry in court, she could turn him into a puddle in the car ride back to his office. Not that she was going to share that knowledge with anyone in the near future.

Looking at him when he removed his sunglasses, she followed suit, her eyes showing him just how much lust was driving everything she was saying and doing. And though her hold on his leg had softened, it didn't stop her from using her fingernails to draw small patterns now on the inside of his thigh.

"You should," she agreed quietly, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. The thought of what he could do to her in the car sent a skitter of pleasure up her spine and he hadn't even touched her. "I can't tell you what the thought of going into that office and pretending that I don't want to have you inside of me is going to do to me."

She was practically panting.

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Oh. Hello. Those eyes. They made his back arch just a bit and he tilted his head to cover the movement. He watched her pull the exact same move he had before. He knew what that tongue could do to him. He had grown to be quite a fan of it ever since he stood on the sidewalk and told her about his distaste for incompetence. Their first meeting. They had really come a long way since that afternoon. It was kind of shocking to Harvey.

He tried hard to ignore the patterns she was drawing. He was busy trying to listen to her. He had to focus and keep his game face on. It was slowly slipping away and he was a little frustrated by it. She dropped another bomb and Harvey just couldn't contain himself anymore. "Bernie." The command was simple. His drive hit a button next to the lock and up went a rather dark partition. He was a discrete man and he had been driving Harvey long enough to know that things happened.

She wasn't the only one who could play dirty. They had about seven and a half minutes until they got to he office. Enough time for him to make her squirm. He adjusted and moved towards her to pin her back against the door. With his hands he parted her legs as much as the skirt would allow and his head dropped to kiss her inner thigh. Winner, winner, winner.

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Oh, good God.

"Harvey." His name came out a cross between a groan and a cry as she felt his mouth on her inner thigh and she knew that this round was all his. All of her teasing had gotten her to this point and her panties were soaked.

One hand went to his shoulder, gripping his jacket hard and the other slammed down on the seat, scrabbling for purchase. In seven and a half minutes, he was going to have no problem making her come apart for him using whatever means he chose to, even as the skirt rode higher on her hips than he'd probably meant for it to.

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It was probably his massive ego talking, but there was just something about hearing ones own name in a situation like this. Especially coupled with that groan. It was music to his ears. All he could do was was smile and keep going to work. She had intended to rile him up, but she seemed to have gotten herself more than a little pumped as well.

His tongue made it's way up her thigh higher. He didn't even bother to take her panties off. There was no need to. That would take about ten seconds and they were losing time the longer he messed around. He grabbed a piece of fabric and pulled them to the side. His lips found her second pair. Hah. So clever. His tongue darted forward through her entrance and then pulled out. It darted back in after a second and this time it was accompanied by some light sucking.

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By the time his tongue actually went to work on her, Annie was practically sobbing with how good it felt. In the car. Cramped quarters and all.

Pressing her hips back against his face, she moaned his name again, this time not giving a good goddamn who could hear or see or whatever else. The partition could have been down and Annie still would have angled her perfect four inch heel onto the other seat to give him more room and better access.

The sucking, though? The sucking is what almost sent her over the edge in the first minute. She held off, time be damned, until the second and then she gasped and came apart, biting her lip hard enough to leave a mark. The orgasm caused her entire body to tense and then shiver as she did her best not to hold him captive between her thighs... then she slumped down and tried to calm her breathing. "Jesus."

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That? That took about three minutes if he was being generous. He almost felt a little accomplished, but he could chalk a lot of that up to the talk and touching from before. It had helped to get them both ready to go. Her sounds and the way her body moved underneath his mouth was glorious. He could feel every tremor and it really did a lot for his ego. The big guy's name in vain? He loved it. He loved it a lot. Almost as much as his own name dripping from her lips. He also liked a good curse or two from her. Good times.

Harvey pulled back and sat up. He ran his thumb along his bottom lip and then shifted to adjust his tie. He picked up his sunglasses from the floor where they had fallen and slipped them on. He was smug. The king of smug right now. He felt like he was floating on air.

After another minute and a half the car came to a stop. Bernie must have found a way to shave a minute or two off his drive. Harvey grabbed his briefcase and glanced at Annie for a moment. Another smile spread across his lips and the door was pulled open by his driver. He climbed out and headed for the elevator.

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He was halfway across the cement and on his way to the doors before Annie had managed to pull herself upright and onto the seat of the car properly. And she still hadn't managed to catch her breath properly. The car smelled like... well, like her and she just knew the driver was well aware of what had happened in there based on that alone.

She wasn't even sure she could walk.

Lifting her purse off the floor -- had it been in her back that whole time? -- Annie slid along the seat and then placed one very wobbly foot onto the ground. Thankfully, Bernie was a gentleman and took her hand to help her to a standing position. Smoothing her skirt, Annie took a couple of shaky steps before it all evened out and then she followed Harvey to the elevator.

Once there, she gave him a look before running her fingers through her hair. Her cheeks were flushed, her clothes were still a little mussed and if she really was walking a straight line, it was a miracle. She had to look thoroughly debauched and he was probably loving it.

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Oh yes. He was loving it. He was loving it more than she could possibly imagined. She tended to get the upper hand with him a lot in these situations. Harvey seemed to just get outplayed by Annie when they were doing this dance. Once in a blue moon he could really bring it to her. He was a very slow and steady kind of guy. Every once in a while the rougher side came out to play.

The doors slid open and he stepped inside. He waited for her to enter before he hit his floor. The doors slid shut and he backed up and pressed his back against the wall. He lifted his head up and watched the numbers on the screen slowly change as the elevator rose. He was trying his hardest not to look at her and note how out of sorts she was. He was already very amused.

The ding came just in time. He was moments from not keeping his hands to himself. He stepped out and headed for his office. He managed to make it past Donna's desk without an inquisition. Mostly it was because Donna was not at her desk. He was thanking someone for that later. He held open his door for Annie and once she was in he stepped in after her and let the glass door shut.

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He was a very smart man to not look at her in the elevator because she probably would have pulled the stop button and made him do things to her in there that would have caused camera footage to end up on YouTube.

As it was, when the glass door shut, she set her purse down on the edge of his desk and turned on him, her eyebrows going up. "You caught me totally off-guard."

Before he could go too far, she slid around the back end of his desk and stopped in front of his chair. "Harvey."

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He was so proud of that moment too. Flipping the tables on her was not easy. He always thought he was fairly good at this, but he did meet his match in her. That was probably why he was so damn in love with her. There were probably a number of reasons, but that was one of them. She could keep up and she could make him up his game just to keep going. That was some kind of woman that was worth hanging on to.

His briefcase dropped and he unbuttoned the button of his suit jacket. He removed his sunglasses and tossed them onto his desk. He tilted his head and licked his lips as he focused on her. "Hmmm?" He knew what. He was already undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He wasn't stupid. He was however walking just a bit too slow towards the back end of his desk.

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Far too slow. And again with the lip-licking. And as much as she loved the way he felt so good about himself all the time, there was only so much time in his office that people were going to be not paying attention to him.

Plus, she wanted him.

The moment he was close enough to his chair, she took hold of his hips and guided him into it, sliding into his lap as easily as if it were built for two. Straddling him wasn't the problem, and neither was the clothing. No, for her, the problem was going to be remaining quiet once he was inside her. The scene in the car had been such a beautiful prelude to this... and she really couldn't wait any longer.

"I love you," Annie murmured against his ear as she hovered just above him. She could have said it at any point, but she didn't want it to be a part of this. Even if the moment was brief, she wanted it to be briefly separate. Then she was kissing him deeply as she lowered herself onto him.

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He hit the chair and grabbed the edge of his desk to keep from rolling backwards into his window. Nothing would happen, but a loud noise like that would bring someone in to be annoying. He managed to shove his slacks down to his ankles before she was basically straddling in his chair. He put his hands on her thighs and held on tightly.

He was honestly in the middle of working himself out of the flat in his boxers when he heard her. He smiled softly and nodded. "I love you too." It was probably for the best that it was said before this. There was going to be nothing romantic about this next act. They could have romantic and tender sexual accounts, but sometimes they could just be rough and needy.

She found his lips and dropped down. He let out a loud groan into her mouth and his grip on her hips tightened. No more calm and collected like in the car and the elevator. He could feel his toes curl in his shoes.

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It was that kind of groan that she'd been waiting for; something that showed that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Today was going to be a day to remember, the day that Harvey Specter had caused Annie Walker to lose control first.

Rocking her hips against his, she swept her tongue across the inside of his mouth, tasting herself just a little and, like a flash, the visual of what he'd done to her in his car came rushing back over her. A soft moan escaped as she tried to clamp down on the sensations that the memories caused in her, but she knew that it wouldn't take long for her to come again. He had that kind of effect on her.

Finally, she broke the kiss to bury her face in his neck, her hold on him tightening as her entire body tensed.

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Her hips were wild overachievers. They had always been very good at moving insanely quick and driving him out of his fucking mind. They were doing the exact same thing right now. He felt like he was going to pop. His neck was tightening and he couldn't stop himself from moaning into her mouth once more. He had been hard the entire card ride home. It was a miracle he was lasting.

The thought pierced his brain. He knew what he wanted. He knew what they needed to do. He tried desperately to find his voice. He needed to speak. "Get up." His voice was quick and a little choppy. He wanted her up and holding onto that table. "I want you--" The sensations in his body right now were making it hard to focus. "bent over my desk."

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He wanted her to stop? To focus enough to-- Okay. She could. Maybe.

It took a lot of willpower to back down from what her body wanted from her, but the way he'd asked played a big part in her decision to slow her hips to a stop, squeeze her muscles around his cock and then lift herself with great effort.

The look she gave him was a very, very intimate one as she turned around and bent over his desk, her skirt bunched around her hips, her heels putting her at the right height so that she had to actually balance and hold the edges in front of her. Looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled slowly, licking her lip again, then biting her bottom lip.

Amazing. It was going to be amazing.

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He just about came undone with that squeeze and lift. He had to grip the arms of his chair tightly and focus his mind on something a little less sexual. It wasn't exactly baseball, but it did help calm himself. He had to get calm if he was going to make himself hold on a little longer. He had to have a little secret chat with his penis in his mind. Just enough to keep himself from coming just watching her bend.

Harvey stood up and managed to shuffle over to the desk. His pants were down around his ankles. He made a clicking sound when he watched her lick her lip and then bite down on it. Yep. He was so fucked. He took himself firmly and after some adjusting slid into her from behind. Just like he had left it a moment again. He put his hands on her hips and thrust forward hard.

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Annie had been right, it was amazing.

Crying out, then burying her face in the paperwork on his desk, she pushed back against his thrusts and squeezed again. Her hands tightened hard on the edges of his desk and she braced herself in her stance for what she assumed was going to be quite a ride.

After a moment, during which she got into the rhythm, she turned her face so that her cheek rested on some file or another, her hair spilling over her face. All coherent thought had fled and she rewarded him with tiny groans of his name, God's name, and occasionally, just a tiny grunt or moan. It was that good.

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For a split second he thought he saw Donna's at the door, but he couldn't be sure. He was too busy to tear his eyes completely away from Annie. He was too busy pushing in and out of her. He was too busy keeping himself sane. If she had been there he could count her to be quiet until Annie went back to around to start making jokes about deflowering his desk. Believe it or not Harvey wasn't really a sex at work guy. There was a time for play and there was a time for work. Annie did a damn good job at blurring those lines.

One hand broke away from the death grip on her hip and circled around to press against her stomach. It wormed it's way up underneath her blouse and kept climbing until it reached her breasts. A bra almost blocked his way, but he slid his hand underneath it and his fingers found her nipple. Totally right. Could cut glass. He gave it a twist just to be sure. His thrusts were harder and he seemed to be trying to burrow deeper.

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When he tugged on her nipple, her left hand splayed out and sent several bunches of papers to the floor before she brought it up to use it as leverage. It was the only way to lift her upper body off the desk enough to give Harvey a good grip on her breasts and she wasn't about to deny either of them that kind of pleasure.

"Don't stop," she finally breathed as she felt him push further into her. "God, Harvey--" It seemed to be her official mantra of the day. Her other hand went to where his was on her hip and she dug her nails into his hand as she gripped it hard. "Harder."

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He had no doubt in his mind that Donna was working overtime to keep the noise from intriguing anyone to come looking or even to bring the noise complaint to Jessica. Jessica would not hesitate to barge in and rip Harvey a new asshole for doing this in his office. She put up with a lot of his crap, but he had a funny feeling she wouldn't be all that okay with this. He didn't fucking care though. She could barge in, but that didn't mean he would stop. He was too lost in this right now. He was too lost in his movements and how good she felt right now.

He lifted up onto his tiptoes to adjust his angle just a bit. Bless her for lifting her upper body up just a bit. He did just as she ordered and made his thrusts a bit harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was bouncing around the room. He removed his hand from her hip and grabbed her hand that was digging into his. He tweaked her nipple twice more before scratching it with his nail softly.

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If it wouldn't have been extremely awkward, Annie would have thanked Donna for all the hard work she was doing right now. Well, she would have if that's where her mind was... but it wasn't. It was all locked up in what was happening over the edge of Harvey's desk and how he was driving her wild with the way he was moving.

The moment he dragged his nail over her nipple, she cried out again and gripped the hand holding hers almost hard enough to do permanent damage. It was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge and when her orgasm hit, she wasn't about to be quiet; she just couldn't. But the hand holding his... she could use it to silence herself just a little better by using it to stifle all the noises she was making.

Her entire body tensed from head to toe and she held her breath as she came, the whole trembling experience almost undone by the fact that she was still upright, barely.

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He did not expect for his hand to become a muffle. He bent forward with the pull of it towards her face. She came and she came hard. He could feel it. It was rolling off her and right into him. It took another moment and for her to bite down on his hand before he felt himself coming. His lower back stiffened and his hand fell away from her breast. God help him he was not sure if his legs would hold him after this finished rocking through his body. He really hoped he could stay vertical.

He groaned out and cocked his head backwards. Her name left his lips and then he was quiet. He gave a couple more quick thrusts and then stopped moving entirely. He untangled his hand from hers and pulled his other from inside her shirt. He stepped back just to see if it was possible and wobbled. He managed to collapse into his chair and made attempt to stand.

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