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“He loved me,” Samantha said, voice threaded with trembling emotion as she went on, “It’s not easy to find someone like that.”
Harvey’s mind went a mile a minute. As if a movie played in his head, moments of Donna’s unwavering loyalty rolled through in crystal clarity, and his heart rate elevated as he replied, “No, it’s not.”
Sam shook her head, hand scratching at her face as she said, “A big victory and the only person I want to share it with isn’t there. What am I supposed to do?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? It was easy to know who you needed by your side when the chips were down. But when they weren’t, who did you choose? Sharing a victory required a careful selection of whom you celebrated with, or you ran the risk of being sabotaged because you trusted the wrong person.
But Harvey knew who he needed. He always knew, and he couldn’t deny it any longer. He was in two places, here with Sam and halfway to Donna, as he recognized it wasn’t just loyalty that kept her around; it was love.
Harvey glanced around, not seeing the office or the skyline outside. Everything sounded like he was underwater, and his hand shook slightly as his pulse flickered in his neck and a phantom itch in his feet tormented him.
The world went out of focus. He wanted to be there for Sam, but he needed Donna more. It was selfish of him, but Donna had waited for him to catch up long enough. He was an idiot. The best closer in the city hadn’t noticed that they had closed the deal years ago. The itch in his feet intensified, legs twitching to run as he hunted for something to excuse himself. Nothing came to him, but that didn’t stop him.
“Samantha, I’m so sorry. I have to go,” He said, rising to his feet and automatically fixing his tie as Samantha frowned.
“Where?” She asked, clutching her glass tighter as Harvey avoided her eye.
“I just have to.” He said, voice clipped, and left on swift feet, running to the elevator the second he was out of sight of the office and barely caught it as the silver doors were sliding shut.
The measure of his heart went off rhythm as time seemed to slow, and his mind went at Mach speed. All along, through every trial, every victory and loss, Donna had been there on the front lines. Fighting for and with him. Silently supporting and loving him, even when he didn’t deserve it.
And he’d felt the same way but hadn’t noticed or couldn’t. He was not a dumb man. But even the best men made mistakes, and he was not afraid anymore. Donna would always be the only person he wanted by his side. Whether he won and they shared in his success or struck out and came crawling home, he wanted her there and hoped he wasn’t too late as the elevator finally reached the ground floor. He wasted no time in bolting out of the building, flagging down a cab, and throwing money at the driver to get him to Donnas as fast as humanly possible.
The city streaked by in a blur. Bright lights and tremendously tall buildings flashed in his peripheral as he thought through what to say to her. Nothing seemed enough. He never had trouble finding the right things to say, but for once, he was speechless.
Words were wind, actions would do the talking for him, and he knew she would understand. She could read him better when he didn’t speak. As they pulled up to her apartment complex, Harvey near flung himself out of the car and into the building. The too-quick thump of his shoes on the tile matched the beat of his heart as he punched the elevator button and shifted on his feet as he waited for it to reach him.
All this time, it had been Donna, and now he was ready to claim her, just as she had always claimed him, but fear had blinded him from seeing it. She only had to say the word, and he would suit up for her, no matter the time or situation. If she needed him, he was there. He’d wasted so much time. No more.
The horribly slow ascent to Donna’s apartment only fueled his determination and sharpened it into something more, something sensual, as a flicker of heat spread through his veins. There weren’t any doubts in his mind as the elevator came to a shuddering stop. He was out the second it opened, and steely resolve strengthened him as he marched down the well-lit hall.
Pausing before her door, staring at that familiar number and thinking through the many times he’d come here in the past, he raised his fist and knocked. This time, he wasn’t leaving. He drew in a fortifying breath, ignoring the fine tremor in his hands as they fell to his side. He heard Donna’s footsteps approaching the other side of the door.
It flew open, and his breath stalled at the shock on her lovely face, all of him wishing he’d come sooner. He scanned her flimsy attire and didn’t push away the burst of heat that sparkled through his veins as he drank her in. Blood hurtled through his veins so fast he swayed. He wanted to taste her, feel her under his hands and body, and hear her moan his name.
His mouth watered and worked, but nothing came out, and she simply waited. Her ochre eyes turned black. The flecks of gold and green he could usually pick out like jewels had vanished as she read him and understood why he was there.
He took the first deep breath he’d taken since Hardman returned to create havoc in their lives. Robert sacrificed himself for the good of them all, and they shouldn’t do this now. But there was no stopping the gravitational pull. He saw nothing but Donna, her familiar monochrome apartment blurring in his periphery.
Donna’s heart was in her throat as a knock on her door sounded. What else could this day bring her? She tugged on her silk robe as she padded barefoot to the door and pulled it open, finding a panting Harvey on the other side. Her hand fluttered to her chest as she saw the determined glint in his autumnal eyes, as rich as freshly turned earth and her favorite color in the world.
His chest heaved as she scanned him, and electricity thrummed between them, charging the air so it seemed to rub against her skin. Something had changed. A quake took up residence in her hands as silence spun out and wove a tapestry of thrilling anticipation and fast-growing lust as his warm eyes blew black, the hunger in them endless as they stared each other down.
Only seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity as she waited for him to give voice to any of the thoughts she could see running across his handsome face. A face she knew better than her own, had loved for years, and she wanted this more than she needed the sun to rise in the morning.
All she felt was a deep-rooted certainty. Any past misgivings fell away like invisible shackles slipping free of her wrists the second they locked eyes. He didn’t have to speak for her to understand. She knew that look; she had seen it many times when he had the winning hand and was coming to collect his prize.
Everything went still: her flickering heart, her roaring blood deafening her to all else, and the cycling thoughts that usually haunted her vanished as she shoved the door open, backing away from him as she was done chasing. Done waiting for him.
It was time for him to take her. She felt his stare like a physical touch as it roamed over her, and her nipples peaked through her scanty sleepwear, a fact he did not miss. Harvey strode right for her. Not a hint of doubt limned his frame, and every step he took matched the heavy beat of her soaring heart.
She felt like prey as he grabbed and hauled her into his hard chest. Her hands clung to his hair as he crashed his mouth to hers and swallowed her whimper of consent as he breached her mouth and swept away all the years of pining.
Tasting relief and dizzying rightness on her tongue, Donna severed the last strands of restraint she’d long clung to and gave herself over to him. His tongue chased hers, hands gripping her close, and the bruising pressure of his lips turned her knees to water as he backed her up through the hallway.
She was dimly aware of the door being kicked shut, smirking and kissing him back just as fiercely, nails scraping down his neck and digging into his shoulders. Heat glittered through her core, pooling low and turning her liquid between her thighs. She gave a shocked groan as her back met with the wall, the backs of her thighs knocking into the little table there, and Harvey took hold of her waist, hefting her up.
Her legs locked around his trim waist, back arching to slide herself along the hard cock she could feel trapped between their panting, starving bodies. Harvey’s mouth never ceased undoing her, and as he grabbed her hand, purposefully threading their fingers together and opening his eyes so she saw the blazing emotions he’d kept hidden from her.
Her own gaze reflected everything she saw in his: love, awe, and astonishment that they’d finally broken through the last wall of defense between them. She squeezed his hand back; their woven fingers white-knuckled as he kissed her so hard she felt it in her curled toes, an ache already building inside her as Harvey pinned her between the wall and him.
The desire to touch him overwhelmed her. Her fingers clumsily plucked his shirt buttons free. His tie found its way to the floor along with his jacket, and she tugged at his shirt until he pulled away to help her get it off. He didn’t let her breathe for long, teeth snapping and pulling at her bottom lip, making her moan as a flood of wet heat seeped through her skimpy clothing.
Her head thudded back against the wall as he mouthed along her jaw and left a trail of teasing bites down her neck. The table rattled and fell as he pulled her away and carried her towards her bedroom.
Neither of them cared enough to pay it any mind as he stopped at what she assumed was the foot of her bed and resumed inking her throat with sharp nips of his teeth that would bloom like maroon roses by the morning.
She gasped and writhed as he sank his teeth into the delicate skin over her rapid pulse and sucked, her entire body jerking as pain turned to smoky, intoxicating pleasure. Harvey wore a cocky smirk as he pulled back and looked straight through to the heart of her. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to, he was the most beguiling person she’d ever met.
He lowered her to the bed after her slight nod of affirmation. He made quick work of removing his belt, eyes never leaving her flushed face as he kicked off his trousers and helped her shimmy out of her own clothing before blanketing her softer body with his.
She melted into him all at once, an airy sigh slipping free of her smirking mouth. Heat cascaded through her veins, igniting a fire she knew would never burn out, and she looked forward to testing its limits. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, and her throat tightened to the point of pain as his gaze turned reverent and like he was memorizing her at that moment.
Harvey’s quivering hand smoothed her hair out of her face, the weight of his body pressed her into the mattress, and she felt utterly helpless against the swamping tide of emotion rolling through her, desire and love a potent force neither could resist. Hooking a leg around his waist, working for a hand between them to wrap it around his hard cock, hot and thick as it jumped in her palm, she taunted him with too-loose strokes as a tick feathered in his jaw.
Her grin was salacious as he grabbed her tormenting hand and kissed her smile off her lips as his hand slid down to her bent knee and drew her leg higher, resting it against his shoulder. Neither wanted to wait any longer to indulge their blazing ardor, and the aching emptiness in her weeping cunt became intolerable as she felt the head of his cock glide through her dewy folds, lining up with her entrance.
They’d fucked in the past, but she didn’t remember it feeling like this. As if she would combust as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by beautiful inch, stretching and filling her so completely, she could only sigh into his kiss when he groaned in relief.
She’d been around him for over a decade and knew his scent better than her own, but tonight, it set her blood racing. The musk, spiced desire, and salt of it only fed the flames fast, building into an inferno between them. He stilled and gave her time to adjust and breathe through the sensation, made her skin feel too small for her bones.
The love she felt for him solidified and grew like ivy, out of control and all over her. What had once seemed out of reach now belonged to them both.
When he finally moved, her other leg wrapped around his waist, her bent knee rested against his shoulder as he bent her body back, and her ass lifted to take him deeper. He pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed back in hard enough red light flashed behind her eyes.
Her hands turned to claws and buried themselves in the sheets as he thrust within her taut cunt, her inner walls holding his cock in a tight clasp as she softened enough to take him with force. Her cry of delight as he stopped holding back only urged him on, and she held no shame or fear for what the morning would bring.
No, she knew this was only the first of many nights together. She almost wanted to send Hardman a thank you fruit basket as Harvey snapped his hips viciously and murmured her name like a goddamn oath as she deliberately tensed herself to luxuriate in the rough drag of his cock against her sensitive inner walls.
He was determined to devastate her completely, his grinding cock going so deep that she tossed her head back and let out a loud ragged moan as he smiled into her neck. Her hands couldn’t let go of him, nails cutting into his skin, and her greedy cunt sucked and clung to his cock as he circled his hips and caught her clit with every lunge.
A sensation like shimmering, hot summer sunlight spread under her skin, making her legs twitch as she dragged her nails up his back and dug them into his broad shoulders. Needing a bit more, she dug her heel into the small of his back and angled her hips, encouraging him to up the pace a little.
He took the hint, slipping out of her before gliding back in with a groan so rough she wanted to hear it again and again, his arms quaking on either side of her head as he held back for her. Her heart doubled in size as she saw the devotion in his whisky gaze. Sharp darts of his cock dragged a feral whine from her parted kiss-swollen lips as she writhed and dripped around him.
She canted her hips to steepen the angle and hit that spot that made her feel unhinged, making him sob helplessly as his jaw sharpened and her cunt fluttered around his rigid cock. He husked a single word when she tensed herself to keep him from leaving her body. A promise and a prayer.
“Donna.”
His movements became erratic, his mouth capturing hers as her cunt gripped him close and drenched them in her wetness. Circling and grinding deep, he panted through his nose as he pulled her apart at the seams. His bold tongue in her mouth matched the stroke of his cock inside her, and she rocked her hips to help him along as heat and pressure intertwined and quickly built inside her. She whined low in her throat as he nipped at her lips and licked at her tongue with his.
Every touch was heightened as the rough drag of his cock and groin caught her clit, making every nerve spark and pore splay wide. It consumed her as tension swirled in her core, flame licking out and up her torso as he let her breathe and began a slow drawl of worshipping words.
“I love you. I’m sorry you had to wait so long to hear that.”
Closing her eyes against the stinging tears and searing emotion, she nodded and her hands hung onto his neck, body loose and tense all at once as sweat prickled over her skin. She said, “I love you, too... It was worth the wait.”
He talked to her through it all. Praising her, how beautiful she was, how tight and good her cunt felt, and how he wished he’d come to his senses sooner. It made her grin wickedly and whisper, “It’s okay. You’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me.”
His midnight chuckle trickled into her ears and flared gooseflesh across her skin, moving easily within her now she was utterly saturated with need. His cock twitched inside her as she fluttered wildly, a high-pitched sound coming free of her chest as she somehow pulled him deeper. The strain of holding back was clear in his face and neck, muscle and bone jumping under smooth skin, and she’d never felt closer to him.
“I can’t hold off much longer. You feel, fuck. I need you to touch yourself.”
Whimpering, she pried a hand from around his neck, working it between their sweat-slicked bodies, slipping through her soaked and split folds to find her swollen clit. Her fingers ghosted his cock where they were joined, eliciting a grunt from him and making her smile as she swirled that bundle of nerves.
Sparks flew through her as her cunt clenched down, his ragged moan making her whine as he thrust slowly but deeply. Spiraling and shaking, she swiped soaked fingers over her clit as Harvey moved within her and held eye contact through it all.
The tension inside her reached critical levels, throaty cries tearing from her, and he smothered the noise she was making with his mouth as his hips sped up. She rocked in time with him, feverish fingers working her clit as he moaned, ragged and low, into her open mouth.
She felt his cock jump just as the pressure demanded an outlet. Another swirl of her fingers over that tiny bundle of nerves was all it took, and he thrust once, twice, buried so deeply inside her she felt every twitch and drop of his orgasm as she shattered. Their moans twined together until they kissed, both trembling and breathless, as release erased the memories of the years and distance between them.
Her entire body shook with it, heart pounding as it rippled out in delicious waves of heat. Her mind was gloriously blank as she shuddered and keened, utterly destroyed by him and already hoping for a repeat before the sun came up. Aftershocks jumped under her skin, and her limbs felt like they were filled with helium instead of marrow.
Harvey’s heavy weight as he collapsed on top of her was the only thing keeping her from floating away as she ran her hands down his back and shared breath with him. She reveled in the skin-to-skin contact as he slowly softened inside her, and he pressed open-mouthed kisses into her flushed throat.
It was a long while before he mustered the strength to roll off her. Dragging her across his chest and banding his arms around her.
“Why now?” She wondered aloud when his breathing evened out, and she was half convinced he’d fallen into a very male doze.
He cleared his throat, voice thick and weighted down by afterglow exhaustion, “Sam asked, what do you do when the one person you want to share a victory with isn’t there? I wanted to be there for her, but... then I looked around, and you weren’t there. I hated it,” A rasping chuckle before he went on, “I don’t think I breathed again until you answered the door.”
She smiled into his chest, the thumping of his heart soothing her to sleep better than any drink or drug ever could as she said, “Tell me again in the morning.”