"Want to try my new desk?"

Jordan grinned devilishly. "Remember how you told me you would have loved to ride me on my desk, but you were concerned it wasn't sturdy enough?"

Veevee nodded. "Yeah. I know I'm not the thinnest girl and didn't want to risk it." Veevee wasn't self-conscious about her weight, she just didn't want to cause a problem.

"Well," he began slyly. "If you take a closer look, you'll see that this is a new model."

That got Veevee looking at the desk more closely. Granted she had seen it, but had been too busy enjoying a nice fuck from behind to really notice anything different. Now that she looked closer, she noticed it was indeed a new desk.

"I knew how much you wanted that, so I decided to get a newer, sturdier model brought in. Rashida and I even tested it to make sure."

Veevee's eyes lit up at the implications. "So you're saying..?"

"Uh huh," Jordan said with a smirk.

Veevee let out an excited little squeal before getting off of Jordan's lap. "All the clothes off, Boss. If we're doing this I want you naked."

He chuckled, standing up and removing his shirt. "I like it when you get bossy, Ms. Menard."

Veevee giggled, admiring his nude body. "I know you like assertive women. That's why I knew I had to get you to pursue Rashida."

"For which I am still very grateful," Jordan assured, moving over to the desk and removing the few remaining items that were either important or could be uncomfortable. When it was clear, Jordan moved up that he was lying on the desk.

Veevee quickly made her way over. While at first she was cautious, she realized she had nothing to worry about as this new desk was indeed much sturdier than the previous model.

"Slow or fast, lover?" Veevee asked him as she swung her leg around to straddle him, excitement tinging her words.

"It's your fantasy, Veevee. However you want," Jordan said with a smile.