Based on this prompt

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Emma Swan knew she should be downstairs celebrating with her staff, but she needed to finish the last of this paperwork, otherwise she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself. Swan Freight, the fastest fleet in the East was celebrating the finalized merger with Jones Shipping. Emma had acquired the small business from her sister-in-law's, best friend's, sister's, boyfriend, that was a mouthful. It had been an easy process, she'd met with Liam Jones two months ago to negotiate the terms of sale. His biggest requirement had been that she promise to uphold the Jones Brothers' motto of "Good Form". Oh, and let her not forget that she was also required to keep the younger Jones brother on for no less than six months, at which time his future at the company would be determined. They were now Swan-Jones Lines and had expanded their shipping route to include the United Kingdom.

Emma signed the last of the paperwork, and dropped her pen to the desk, she would have her secretary fax them to Liam first thing Monday morning. Sighing she stood up and walked over to the window that overlooked the main office. She pulled the vertical blinds open and watched the celebration. She really wasn't sure she'd enjoy herself even if she did join the festivities. She was the boss, and she was pretty sure the boss always put a damper on any type of party. But she was dressed for a party, wearing a new dress, bright red, low cut and skin tight.

As she contemplated the pros and cons of mingling with her crew, she honed in on the real reason she wasn't sure she wanted to go downstairs. Killian Jones, the younger Jones brother, the one she'd have to work with for the next six months, the hot as fuck Englishman who she'd had in mind when she bought this dress. The one who'd insinuated himself into every fantasy she'd ever had. Maintenance man arriving to fix the air conditioner, which of course had broken in the middle of a heatwave causing her to traipse around in a bikini top and daisy dukes, check; dirty cop allowing her to pay her fine in a more enjoyable way, check; Pirate kidnapping the bored Princess, check; coworker bending her over her desk and fucking her stupid, check; and the list went on. She gritted her teeth, she was turned on fantasizing about her fantasies, goddammit! She was his boss for fuck's sake. But goddamn he looked good in his flashy blue suit that had been tailored to be a second skin. He always wore blue, and it made his eyes sparkle in the most delicious way. The dark hair (on his head, and peeking out from his perpetually unbuttoned dress shirts), and his perfectly kept scruff were alluring. His lips were tantalizing. He was an altogether mouth watering specimen and she was sure, given the chance, she would enjoy him down to the last drop. Down girl! Don't be that sleazy, slimy boss. She was chastising her immoral thoughts concerning her newest employee when he looked up in her direction and gave her that killer smile. He motioned for her to come downstairs, a hopeful look on his face. Her stomach flipped as she smiled back, and nodded.

Fuck it, she thought, closing the blinds. She decided to have a glass of wine to calm her nerves, then she would go downstairs. Opening her small office closet, she pulled out the congratulatory basket her sister-in-law Mary Margaret had sent over. It had a bottle of her favorite Pinot Noir, two crystal wine glasses and a corkscrew with a hook for a handle. She laughed at the instrument, her employees had taken to calling her Captain Swan, and when she was pissed off, some of them dared to call her Captain Hook.

Setting the gift basket on the credenza behind her desk she grabbed out one of the intricately etched wine glasses, uncorked the bottle and had just started to pour the liquid courage when her text tone went off. She wasn't sure who would be texting her since everyone she knew was downstairs.

Emma's mouth dropped open when she read the name on the incoming text. Killian Jones. What did he want? She'd just agreed to join the party. He was rather persistent in all things that he did though. He'd just acquired the Mills-Hood account that she'd been trying to broker for a year. He must have charmed the socks right off of Hood, because Mills was impervious to feelings. He had also been quietly but resolutely trying to break down her defenses. He challenged her, intrigued her, and he actually had her wanting to know more about him. Killian had started all innuendo and swagger, keying her up from the start. Then he'd switched gears and showed her a sweetness that had her insides melting. But he was like that with everyone. Right? Beside the point Emma, you're his boss! She hated when logic spoke.

If Emma was surprised to see a text from Killian, she was stunned when she opened it and saw the content of the message. A streak of desire pulled low in her belly, coursed south and centralized at her clit. She'd already been wet from fantasizing about him, but now her panties were soaking. She fell into her chair, mind hazy with a million thoughts. Who does he think he is sending me a dick pic? It is a beautiful dick though. What would it feel like to ride that? Goddamn he's hard, I'd love to relieve some of that pressure… and oh holy hell. Looking down at the picture she realized it wasn't just any dick pic, it was a current dick pic, as in right now. There was no mistaking it, once she was able to focus her eyes on something other than the way he gripped his cock she realized the sleeve of his jacket matched the blue plaid, yes plaid, suit jacket he was wearing tonight.

Emma was overwhelmed. On one hand, she wanted to text him and tell him to get his ass up here right now, and demand that he fuck her. On the other hand she wanted to hide under her desk. But when all she could picture was blowing him while hiding under her desk she realized there really only was the one choice. She squeezed her thighs together trying to curtail the craving for him. It was no use though, all she could see was him stroking himself, and fuck she wanted to do that for him.

E: Come up to my office

E: Please

Staring at her phone she willed the three little message dots to transform into words. Anything, because the wait was killing her. Then, the dots were gone. She waited for them to reappear but they didn't. Deciding that a drink couldn't hurt, she stood up and resumed pouring her wine. She wished it was a bottle of rum and a shot glass. Then there was a soft knock at the door. Her breath hitched in her throat and her back stiffened. Not daring to turn toward the door, she called for him to come in. Every muscle in her body was tensed, what was I thinking. His scent assailed her nose, causing her belly to pull again, and then she remembered exactly what she'd been thinking. She pulled out the second wine glass, perhaps he'd like a drink as well.

"Know why I called you in here?"

"Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?"

Emma stopped pouring the second glass of wine. "Accidentally?" She hated how disappointed she sounded to her own ears. She was surely going to be sued for sexual harassment.

"Well, yes, I have no wish to be fired."

Fired? Killian Jones thought she would fire him for this? She wanted to hire him as her own personal sex toy. Inhaling deeply she decided to face the music.

Emma turned around, not making eye contact, walked to the front of her desk and leaned against it. Crossing her legs at the ankle and wringing her hands she finally looked up. Killian stared at her black stiletto clad feet for a moment, then his eyes started to roam; he carefully inspected every inch of her long legs. Emma felt like she might burst into flames when his line of sight focused on her hips, and he licked a path across his bottom lip. What wouldn't she surrender to feel that tongue on her body. Not knowing what to do with her hands she placed them on the desk at her sides. Killian's perusal continued, eyeing his way up her torso before appraising her breasts encased by the tight red material. That same lip was sucked between his teeth now, and he appeared to be biting at it, much the same way she'd like to feel him biting her.

"You thought I called you up here to fire you?" she asked, her voice low and a little shaky.

His eyes shot to hers when she spoke. He blushed a little when he realized he'd been caught ogling the boss. The red tint to his cheeks made her wonder how flush he'd be in the throes of passion. It occurred to Emma in that moment that she was indeed that perverted, sleazy boss.

"Sorry, Em- Ms. Swan. I uh, you look lovely tonight," he stuttered over his every word, scratching behind his ear.

A slight frown creased her brow. Why was he suddenly blushing and stumbling over his words. She'd already seen his dick, what was there to be embarrassed about? "Thank you, but please, call me Emma."

"Ok, Emma."

A thrill ran through her body hearing the way he said her name. She shivered despite how hot she felt, and she was sure her nipples were on full display as she could feel them hardening against the fabric of her dress. If she'd had any doubt, Killian's lusty gaze indicated that the girls were indeed on display. His actions were belying his claim, and she decided to call him out on it.

"Accidentally my ass," she challenged, leaning over till she caught his line of vision. She cheered internally when he smirked, then bit his lip again as if trying to hold back from attacking her. Knew it!

"Well now that you know it, what are you going to do about it," he asked, popping that last T as if issuing a challenge.

Emma's hand shot to her mouth, fuck, she didn't realize she'd said it aloud. The chuckle that escaped his throat had her clearing her mind, or at least trying to, in order to get control back. "I don't know, what do you think I should do about it?" Her tone was seduction incarnate, and it garnered the reaction she was looking for. His pupils dilated, and she watched in fascination as he tried to adjust himself discreetly. The vision of Killian, cock in hand assaulted her mind again, and before she could assimilate another thought she pulled him up by the lapels of his jacket and slammed her mouth to his.

Emma swallowed his growl of approval, and continued kissing him wildly. She'd never felt so turned on, and free, and desperate. She threaded a hand up into his hair and tugged his head to the side so she could go deeper. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling her own around it, and when she let go she bit down on that delectable lip he'd been teasing her with. Her other hand slid around Killian's hip and into his back pocket. She palmed his ass and kneaded at his flesh before pulling his hips against her. When she heard the low groan from deep in his chest she couldn't help grinding against his thigh that was wedged between her legs. The bruising grip he had on her waist made her crave his hands in other places. He caressed her hip bones and she wished her dress wasn't between them.

Killian brushed her wavy tendrils to one side, then wrapped them around his fist. He pulled lightly, then nipped along the exposed flesh of her neck and throat. "Fuck, Emma," he panted against her sensitive skin. "I want you. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you." He bit the strap of her dress and tugged it over her shoulder.

Emma didn't recognize the noises she was making as he whispered his confession. She had her hands braced on the edge of her desk to stay upright, and her head thrown back; her mouth was slackened, and her eyes shut, savoring the softness of his tongue on her body. She couldn't stop the whine when the onslaught of his mouth ceased, and when he didn't continue she lifted her head, opening her eyes to see why. She was met by wild eyes, "Are you sure, darling?"

What the hell would give him the impression she wasn't sure? "Are you going to sue for sexual harassment?"

He smirked at her sarcasm and shook his head.

She grabbed his chin and tilted his face to meet hers,"Yes, I'm sure," she purred.

"Then tell me… tell me you want me too."

The look on his face scared her a little bit. She caressed her thumb along his scruffy chin as she considered the weight of his words. Did he want more than just tonight? Was he asking her to give him more than tonight? As she continued to stare at him though, it dawned on her that it didn't matter what he was asking for, she actually wanted to give him anything he wanted.

"I want you too, Killian… since the first time we met." His answering smile lasted only a second before his hunger took over again.

His hands glided from her waist up to her breasts where he framed them, holding them in both hands and gentling his thumbs across her nipples.

"Oh that feels so good," she told him. His hips jerked in response. "Does it excite you when I talk to you, tell you what I want, what I like?" she asked.

"Yes, Emma," he admitted. "I've never come harder than when I imagine you telling me exactly what you want, and how good I feel inside of your tight sheath." His voice was hoarse, desire parching his throat.

She could feel her wetness gathering, it appeared that his filthy mouth excited her in return. All he was going to need to do was touch her and she was going to explode.

He quickly shifted his hands to pull down the top of her dress, gasping as her perky breasts spilled forth, "No brassiere, you little minx."

"All for you, I bought this dress hoping it would make you hard. I put it on hoping you'd be the one to take it off."

"Far be it from me to deny you what you'd hoped." Killian scooted her from the desk, removing his thigh from between hers. It made his cock twitch when she whimpered in protest. He turned her around to face the desk, and more importantly the mirror that hung above her credenza. Admiring how the cut of her dress exposed the expanse of her back, he ran his index finger from the base of her neck down her spine until he came in contact with the zipper at her lower back.

Emma's heartbeat pounded as she felt him unzipping her, he dragged his fingers in the wake of the opening zip, over the swell of her ass and between, until the dress was fully opened. She couldn't have imagined this being any more arousing than it was. Her eyes sparkled and she felt like a voyeur watching an intimate moment unfold between lovers. Her breathing was heavy with anticipation.

"Does it please you to watch as I undress you?" he whispered into her ear before sucking it into his mouth.

"Mmhmm," she sighed out, incapable of forming words.

"Tell me."

Her eyes popped opened as he growled his request. She didn't remember closing them, but they were met by his intense gaze in the mirror. "I want to watch you undress me."

"As you wish."

He slipped his hands through both straps of her dress and slid them down her arms until her dress sat in a heap at their feet. "You are gorgeous, Emma Swan."

"And you are overdressed," she sassed. She made to turn around but he held her in place with his hands on her hips.

"Not yet," he told her. Turning her head to the side and leaning over her shoulder he kissed her, coaxing her mouth open so he could taste her tongue again. Breaking their kiss, he pulled her flush against his body, and she bit her lip when she felt his rigid length against her backside. His hands took different directions on her body as one traveled to her breast and the other breached the top of her panties. They were both transfixed watching as he rolled one of her tight nipples between his fingers, but his other hand stalled at her abdomen, gently caressing her skin.

Emma realized what he was waiting for, what he wanted. She rubbed her ass against him before giving him what he wanted, "Touch me, Killian."

She heard his barely audible groan of satisfaction in response. Putting her hand over his she guided him further, "I want you to touch me."

His resolve broke a little as his fingers delved between her folds. "Fuck you are so wet," he hissed.

Emma heaved in a deep breath when his fingers came in contact with her swollen clit, and she cried out, not even a little bit embarrassed as she came on his hand. Her knees went a little weak, and she felt him tighten his grasp holding her up.

He continued to lightly circle her, not wanting to abruptly halt his ministrations, but he stared at her in amazement as she shivered and careened through the quickest orgasm he'd ever witnessed. "Did you..."

She nodded her head, "Sorry, I've wanted this for a long time." Between the build up, the way he held her, watching him get her off, and his gentle touch, she hadn't stood a chance.

"Don't apologize love, that was brilliant. I want to watch you come again. Are you too tender?" he asked fingering her clit.

"A little," she said jumping at the sensation on her overstimulated nerves. "But I still need you here," she told him, pushing his fingers to her entrance.

He growled in her ear, more than willing to comply. He easily pushed two fingers inside her, and although she was tight, she was so wet his fingers slipped in and out of her uninhibited.

"I need more, I want to feel the drag." She was really getting into this, she could learn to appreciate getting to say exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. "I want to feel your gorgeous cock penetrating me."

"Bloody Hell, lass," he stuttered, ceasing all movement. He ripped impatiently at his clothes, feeling like a schoolboy getting to see breasts for the first time. He managed to get his jacket off and his shirt halfway unbuttoned.

Emma turned around to watch, but she wanted to participate as well. "Allow me?"

His hands dropped to his sides in answer, waiting for Emma to strip him. She tugged him forward by his belt buckle, then proceeded to remove his shirt the rest of the way. After pushing it off his arms, she ran her hands over his pecs, "I like this," she giggled as she lightly tugged the black smattering of hair covering his chest.

"You like it, or it's funny?"

"No," she said in all seriousness, "I was just never into chest hair, but on you, it's goddamn glorious." She brought her face down and kissed her way across his chest. She sucked his nipple into her mouth and lightly grazed him with her teeth. When he jumped in response she did it again a little harder.

"Fuck, Emma, please touch me, darling," he pleaded.

He did not need to ask her twice. She enjoyed teasing him a little bit, but she wanted his cock as much as he wanted to give it to her. Unbuckling his belt she popped the button to his pants and unzipped him. She was unsurprised to see him freeballing, and grateful for one less barrier to remove. Letting his pants drop to the floor, Emma watched as he kicked off his shoes and every remaining article of clothing. She had been absolutely correct, he was a damn fine specimen.

"How do you want me?" she asked, her face the picture of virtue while her tone embodied carnal desire. She removed her panties, then lifted herself onto the edge of her desk. Emma placed her hands behind her on the desk and spread her legs wide. She was having a hard time maintaining eye contact when his dick was proudly on display.

"I want to taste you."

He wanted to go down on her? Had she hit the lotto of men? She watched as he knelt in front of her. He put one leg over his shoulder and then the other. Emma cried out when she felt his tongue on her, dipping into her entrance then flicking at her clit. She fisted her hand into his hair and tried to restrain herself from thrusting against his mouth.

"You're divine," he praised sucking her clit into his mouth and sucking.

"I need you, please. I want you inside me when I come again."

"Tell me again love," he purred.

"I really want to come on your cock, Killian."

The moan he made and the way he grasped his balls trying to stave off release had her dizzy. His cheeks were flushed, and his mouth glistened with her arousal, and he was the hottest thing she had ever seen. "How do you want me?"

"I want you every way."

"Unless this is a one time thing, you can have me every way. But which way do want me right now."

"Definitely not a one time thing," he muttered as he moved to the other side of her desk and sat down in her chair. "I want you to ride me, Emma. I want you to fuck my cock, while your breasts bounce in my face, I want you to take your pleasure, then grant me mine."

Sauntering over to him she brought one knee to the side of his thigh, and then the other, straddling him. Emma looked into his eyes, and placed both hands over the chair's back. She wondered if she'd get another chance to figure out this anomaly before her. He had kinks, and that worked for her, because she probably had a few of her own, including loving to be in control, which is basically what he'd just requested. Killian wanted her to fuck him, and grant his pleasure.

Emma surged forward to kiss him, opening her mouth to his and taking control. Killian played with her breasts as he let her plunder is mouth. Rising up on her knees she adjusted herself until she could feel his tip nudging her, then she slowly pushed down, enveloping him an inch at a time.

His hands froze when he felt her wetness at his tip, his brain fought for cognizance as his cock strained to be inside her, and he resisted the urge to fuck up into her.

"You're big," she murmured, resting her forehead to his. The stretch was unimaginably pleasurable, and she had to stop for a moment before she could accommodate the rest of him.

"Take your time."

As soon as the stinging of the stretch subsided Emma thrusted down on him completely, suddenly needing to feel all of him.

Killian grunted in satisfaction, "Yes, fuck me darling," he encouraged. After sweeping the hair from her face he cupped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. She slowly started to move, withdrawing and then returning home till he was buried in her. "You feel so good inside me. I love the drag of your cock, Killian."

Killian positively glowed at her praise, "Make me come hard, Emma."

She picked up her pace when she felt the pad of his thumb circling her clit. Her arousal allowed him to slide easily over the nerves. She gripped the back of the chair, using it for leverage as her thrusts became faster and harder. She rode his cock just like he wanted her to, taking her pleasure. She was close, and her walls were pulsing against him. She looked down at him as he watched her, waiting for her. "Come for me, Killian."

He came on her next downward pump and a guttural cry spilled from his mouth. Feeling his warm release mixing with her own was what she'd needed to send her spiraling. Her clit pulsed with pleasure, and her insides constricted around his cock as she continued to ride him. She was going to enjoy him to the last drop. When she finally came down she rested against him as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

"That was better than I ever imagined," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"Aye, my fantasies pale in comparison."

"One day you'll have to tell me your fantasies, your kinks. Maybe we can make them a reality?" She sat up giving him a mischievous smile.

"I don't think I have specific kinks, you make me want to experience everything I've ever heard about, read about, or imagined. I loved having you be in control, but I also love being in control. I loved having you talk to me and tell me what you want, but I don't need it. With you, everything excites me. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. I've had all kinds of fantasies starring you, but I don't need them. Especially now that I've had the real deal. And I could definitely afford to lose control, I've heard it's quite liberating. As long as you don't ask me to dress you up like a baby I would love to explore with you too."

"May I tell you the very next thing I'd like to do with you?"

"Mmm, is someone ready for another round? Yes, please tell me." She sat at attention waiting for the juicy details of what he wanted to do to her.

"I'd like to take you…" he broke off. His hand shot up behind his ear to scratch a nonexistent itch, something she'd noticed over the past two months that he did when unsure or embarrassed.

"Don't go getting shy on me now, Jones. You sent me a dick pick, we just fucked in my office with every other staff member downstairs. There are no boundaries left to cross!" Emma giggled at the absurdity of the situation. "Just tell me, Killian, you'd like to take me.."

"On a date," he finished her sentence quietly.

Emma's eyes widened and her face froze. She didn't do relationships… did she? Maybe with Killian, she could. "Well, I was expecting you to say up against a wall, or from behind. But I guess a date is okay too. But just so you know, I expect to be pillaged and plundered on the first date."

The smile that lit up his face triggered her own, and she knew she'd made a good decision. Later that evening he did take her from behind, over her desk in fact, just like she'd imagined. They've referred to that night forevermore as The Real Swan-Jones Merger.