"I want to take you home with me. I want you in my bed," he growled lowly in her ear and she gasped as she felt moisture pooling in her panties.

"God, Harvey," she breathed, feeling her muscles coiling tightly, the tension he was building within her making her feel hot and cold all at once.

He pressed himself against her back, thrusting his hips against her backside, letting her feel every inch of his hard length pressed against her through their clothes. His mouth was hot on her neck as he pressed wet open mouthed kisses on her skin, sucking on her, not caring one bit if he left a mark. She tipped her head to the side, giving him easier access, never wanting him to stop. His tongue against her skin was doing things to her that she couldn't have imagined in her wildest fantasies; the wetness pooling between her legs was making her desperately horny and she needed to feel Harvey naked against her.

"Everyone has their own version of foreplay," Harvey rasped, licking the curve of her ear, "we have this. A power play. Me telling you what to do. You challenging me on anything and everything. Witty banter, drinking late at night. Always wanting to win." He nipped at her neck, the feel of his teeth on her jugular making her shudder in anticipation. "Tonight, I'm going to let you win. Over, and over, and over. And I'll come second. And it'll be the greatest victory of my life."

The barely concealed innuendo in his words had her knees weak, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself upright. Thankfully, Harvey's arm was firm around her waist, holding her against his body, solid and warm, keeping her in place. Even if she'd wanted to leave, she couldn't get away from him. The thought sent a thrill through her. She wanted him to hold her down, to take charge, to show her that he was the boss in every way.

"Take me home."

"Yes," he hissed in her ear, stepping away from her. Her body missed the contact of his immediately and she turned, seeking him out. He surprised her, sweeping her into his arms and devouring her mouth hungrily, his tongue pushing past her lips, their teeth clashing, her lipstick smeared across her face.

He towed her by the hand out of his office, down the hall, into the elevator, down through the lobby and into the back of his waiting Lexus where he put his hands all over her, pushing the heavy white fabric of her dress up her thighs, grabbing at her breasts, drawing moans and other sounds from her that at any other time she would be embarrassed to let Ray hear.

They stumbled through the door of his condo, her shoes falling from her feet in the entryway, bringing her down by five inches, causing him to suck in a breath at the difference in their height, the fragility of her smallness against him. She was delicate, something he rarely noticed because she was so confident and beautiful and powerful. But here, tonight in his arms, in his apartment, panting his name, she was delicate and fragile and he wanted nothing more than to cover every inch of her body with his own. He hoisted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, a rip of fabric echoing in both of their ears as she did so. He caught her eye, his expression open and fearful at the destruction of an undoubtedly expensive garment but she shook her head, too fuzzy with arousal to find the energy to care.

His hands found her ass, squeezing, kneading, pulling her against him, grinding into her centre. He walked them to his bedroom, his left hand moving to the zipper at her neck, drawing it all the way down her body until the dress opened fully in back. He dropped her on the bed and tugged the garment from her arms like a reverse jacket, tossing it to a corner as he took in the spectacle in front of him; her beige lace-covered breasts, and the tiny matching thong barely covering her crotch. Her breasts were heaving, her chest flushed with her arousal and he had never seen anything more erotic in his life. He'd left his jacket in the office, and now he tugged off his tie, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the same direction as her dress while she watched him hungrily, her eyes taking in every millimeter of skin as it was exposed.

"Harvey, please," she begged, needing him, wanting him faster, desperate to feel him between her legs.

"Patience," he growled, slowing his movements with a wicked grin. He was in charge tonight and she was at his mercy. He was going to tease and torture her until she was begging him for release. This was his power play and she was the ultimate prize.

He ran his hand from her foot all the way up her leg, stopping just short of where she was throbbing and needy, skimming his hand over her torso and cupping a breast in his hand and kneading her flesh, bending to run his tongue along the cup of her bra. "Take it off," he rumbled, and she hastened to do as he commanded, dropping the offending object over the side of the bed, her chest bare to him. He took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it gently, causing her back to arch and a high keening sound to escape her lips.

He spent a long time on her breasts, sucking, kissing, nibbling, touching. She was thrashing and writhing on the bed, desperate for more of his touch, exactly where she needed it, but he was taking his time, pushing her to the limits of her patience, making her beg and plead for him.

Before he touched her, he stripped himself naked, letting her stare at his painfully erect length, licking her lips at the thought of getting her mouth around it. He chuckled at her reaction, teasing her by stroking himself, using the pre-come at his tip as lubrication, swiping a finger across the liquid and then pushing the same finger into her mouth to let her taste him.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the eroticism of the moment, sucking his finger in, swirling her tongue around the digit in an approximation of the blow job she desperately wanted to perform on him. Harvey chuckled again, covering the groan building in his chest, wanting to prove he was in control, show her she came first. In every way.

He took his time pulling her thong down her slender legs, the fabric soaked with her arousal, the scent of her in the air as he crawled between her legs, his face an inch from her core, her folds slick and glistening with juices he couldn't wait to taste.

When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit she jerked underneath him and practically screamed her desperation for him. He gave in to her needs, wrapping his tongue around her clit and pushing two long fingers inside her, curling them just so and stroking that magic spot he knew from the last time they'd done this. She was whining and moaning, her hips bucking against his hand and his mouth, already so close to the edge from his teasing. She was going to come hard and fast and he was going to drink up everything she gave him.

Sure enough, it was only minutes before she went rigid and then thrashed with an internal explosion, his name tumbling from her lips as he kept up his movements, drawing a second climax from her not long after the first.

A light sheen of sweat covered her skin as he crawled up her body, pausing to worship her breasts some more before positioning himself at her entrance and thrusting deeply without warning. He covered her lips with his, muffling their twin groans as they finally united physically, and her hand came to rest between his shoulder blades, raking across his skin roughly. He growled and bit her lip, the pain skirting the line of pleasure as he rolled his hips, pushing even deeper inside of her. He began to thrust in earnest, long, hard, deep thrusts so he could watch her breasts bounce with every movement, watch ehr eyelids flutter as she struggled to keep them open to watch him, watch her hair tangling on the pillow as the passion took over and he lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the woman underneath him and around him. Her feel, her taste, her sounds, her smell, her look. She was beautiful below him and overwhelming all of his senses.

He hitched her leg up, his hand behind her knee, letting himself in deeper, relishing in the moan she let out and he knows he's found the sweet spot. This will get her there. He pistoned his hips inside her, flesh slapping against flesh, her sounds getting louder, pushing him toward his own end.

"Come for me, Donna," he commanded, "now."

She threw her head back as her body obeyed him and her walls clenched around him, pulsing and squeezing him. With a handful more thrusts he was following behind her, his orgasm taking hold of him as he released into her body, a loud groan accompanying his climax.

He collapsed on top of her, sweaty skin pressed together and his face in the crook of her neck.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned a moment later and they burst into laughter together. Fuck yes indeed.