Veevee and Jordan are between rounds

Jordan leaned back in his leather-covered desk chair, his hands in Veevee's blonde hair. A gold watch glinted on his brown-skinned wrist. His former executive assistant and workplace lover knelt in front of him, sucking his cock back to life.

"Oh babe," he said, "What a glory of a surprise today."

Veevee hmmmed into his cock. She kneaded his balls gently and paused to take a breath. "Hank remembered it was our day and told me to call you."

"You thank your man for me," Jordan said. "Sharing you all these years, babe. He's got a big heart. Oh yeah, that's good."

"You could thank him yourself, he's right outside," Veevee said.

Jordan laughed. "Maybe I'll do that. Why did your man send you my way?"

"Any love you give me, he gets the love back," Veevee said. "Mmm, you're coming up again. How's Rashida?"

Jordan sighed. "Doing good. Best advice you ever gave me was to go after that girl." He laughed. "Sharper than a box o'razors, hotter than Crèpes fucking Suzette. Oh that's good on my balls, babe." He closed his eyes and opened them, looking at Rashida's picture on his desk. "Of course I lost a good banker when we got engaged. But it's been worth it."

"She still got her music man?" Veevee said.

"Nope. Said goodbye with a weekend-long booty call, then he sang at our wedding. Said he had to move along. She loved having two boyfriends. Misses him sometimes but she's okay. Easier on me too. Oh babe that tongue."

Veevee purred. "And you're up again. We've got time for something special if you like," she said.

"Oh babe," Jordan said.