Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!

The intercom buzzed and then Emma heard her boss's clear voice. "Get in here."

She swallowed hard. She knew she screwed up. She gave him the wrong numbers, and he discounted their printing services based on the actual, not the suggested numbers. They weren't doing the project for free, it cost them money.

She knew it didn't matter that she was new and read from the wrong column. It didn't change the fact that her error cost the company money. She opened the door and cast her eyes to the floor. "Sorry, Sir."

She couldn't afford to lose her job. The one she had paid incredibly well and kept her in an apartment with a doorman. Something she heard she needed in the big city to keep the creeps away. Also, she had no one to go to if she lost her apartment.

"You screwed over this company."

"I didn't mean to, Sir. I read you the wrong column."

He gave her a wicked grin and licked his lips. "You know what happens when someone fucks with me?"

"I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident, honestly."

"But it's still done. Do. You. Know. What. Happens?"

"N-no," her voice trailed off, shaking.

"I fuck with them."

"I can't lose my job. I don't have anywhere to go."

He stood suddenly, walked around his desk, and stared at her. "I didn't say you'd lose your job. I said 'fuck.'"

"What?"

He gave her a feral grin. "I'm going to fuck that hot body of yours. You want to keep your job, don't you?"

She nodded, "Y-yes."

"You know I've fired people over less, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Jones."

He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple hard. "Then. On. Your. Knees."

He watched her sink down to her knees in front of him while he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. He smiled at her as he looked into her beautiful eyes. "Convince me not to fire your hot little ass. Make it good. You cost me a lot of money."

He watched her nod her head and take his cock in her mouth.

He was loving this!

It was earlier that morning, before the news that they were going to lose all that money, Emma came in, and he slipped and called her Swan. He remembered her this time. He was about to pass it off as nothing when she sucked in a breath and called him Hook. They locked eyes in surprise. They were both fully aware this time. He knew the desires he had for his secretary. The ones that were implanted in his head with the memories of his fake life. The longing and lust that sang through his veins. How he wanted to bend her over his desk and fuck her.

Now, with them both knowing who they really were, they could play. He could act on the desire to have sex with the woman who took his phone calls and brought him coffee.

He groaned when Emma did that thing with her tongue. He loved when she was giving him a blowjob. He fisted her hair and moaned out in pleasure. "Good girl," he praised. He watched as she licked and sucked him. It was such an erotic sight and one his fake self had dreamt of last night.

"You've been so bad. I'm going to punish you." He thrust deeper into her mouth, knowing what she could take and give.

"Work me hard, Emma. This is part one of you keeping your job."

She sucked and licked him until he was a quivering ball of tension. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to be hers, to get home, and out of this redirected curse. To hold her and know they'll remember each other tomorrow.

He came hard down her throat, and she licked and sucked him all up. She then looked at him, "How was that, Sir?"

He pulled her shirt over her head and smiled, "A very good start. You're on your way to saving your job and ensuring you're an essential employee."

"What else…?"

"I said I was going to fuck you, and I am. I'm trying to figure out where and in what position. You laying on my desk as I slam into your tight pussy is always a classic. Or I could have you ride me while I sit in my chair, your breasts in my face. I could get more creative, you on your hands and knees with my cock buried in you from behind, not an office fantasy classic but a good way to fuck, nonetheless."

He stood and went to his bookcase. He poured himself some rum and sipped. His fly was still open, and his cock was still hanging out.

As Killian looked at Emma, he saw the desire flare in her. She wanted to play. She liked his dark side, and she loved to explore. This was the most realistic role play they could have.

As he looked at her on her knees, he sipped again and ordered, "Take off your bra."

She complied, and his eyes dilated. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen her naked. He never got enough of seeing her body. "Such perky tits, Love. You're going to enjoy what I do to you." He walked over and grabbed her breasts, and played. "So perfect. Moan for me, let me hear what I do to you."

He watched her shift and try to create friction. She was so turned on he could smell her arousal. She lowered her eyes and stayed in character. He knew as strong and independent as she was that still, sometimes, she wanted to be dominated. She reveled in him pushing her and playing. They had a safe word, well words, 'grilled cheese' so he didn't worry about going too far. She knew her own boundaries.

She made him smile when she whispered, "I can't get fired." And this current version of her couldn't. She had no family and few friends. No one to rely on if she couldn't pay the bills. "I'm at your mercy."

"Too bad, because I have no mercy. You'll still have your job, but I'm going to make you work hard for it. As hard as you make me constantly. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to fuck that hot body of yours? How my cock twitches when I see you?"

She shook her head and said, "How long will I have to let you have me to keep my job?"

He took a sip of rum, set it down, and walked to his desk and sat on it. "Unfortunately," he said, dropping the role play for a minute, "I have one time of making love to you before this is over."

She smiled up at him and, with a glint in her eyes, said, "Then you better make it good."

He scoffed, "It's always good. I'm considering just having you suck me off day after day. That way, more time to play. The problem is, I love being buried in that tight pussy of yours."

He picked up his drink and took another sip. "Oh well, back to the play."

He then stood and pulled her up to her feet. "It's time for you to be naked. Be a good secretary and obey me."

He smiled as she slid her pencil skirt down her long sexy legs and took off her panties. She was standing there still in her high heels.

Good girl. His cock was fully erect again. He licked his lips as he raked his eyes over her body. The problem was, what to do with her? What was the best way to give her a fantasy?

He smiled, "Come here." She complied, and he felt between her folds. "You're wet, surprisingly."

He loved watching her mind process what he was doing. He was changing the game a bit, and he knew she was trying to work on her answer.

He watched her brow smooth. He knew she had her plan—time to play.

"You aren't the only one with desires. I thought it would be good to be the boss's mistress. It's not like you have a wife to take care of your needs, and I'm right here day after day. I could help you in distress after a board meeting. Then I went and almost got fired."

"You want me to have you?"

"You said it yourself. It would give me job security."

"Deal." He thrust two fingers into her pussy. He then used his fingers to draw her body forward. "Try to do your job properly."

She nodded and flexed her inner muscles. She was squeezing his fingers. He swallowed hard and flicked her clit. "If I'd known this sooner, I'd have been fucking you already. You're so tight. I can feel how you're going to squeeze me. I'll hire a second secretary to do the actual paperwork. The work you do will be on your knees and your back."

"How do you want me?"

And that was the question. It was Emma, his wife, and that was what made it special. What would make it fun?

His eyes dilated with lust, and he stripped. He had an idea. He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around him, and thrust into her. "So tight! Fuck, you're perfect."

He then walked her over and pressed her back to his office door. "This is going to get loud. Don't hold back your screams."

"They'll hear us!"

"Yes. They will," he said, smiling wickedly.

He then nibbled her shoulder and whispered, "What does it matter? We get the fun of the risk without the consequences."

He then rocked his hips into her, and the door rattled. Perfect.

She dug her heels into his ass, and he said, "Good job keeping those on."

She laughed, but another hard thrust cut it off. She dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned. "Take me."

He fucked her hard against the door. He heard the rattling mixed with the beautiful sound of her screaming in pleasure. They both orgasmed, and he spilled himself inside of her.

He caught his breath and said, "We both remembered this time." She hummed in contentment.

He then heard a loud knocking on his door, and the Vice President asked, "What are you doing in there?!"

"My secretary!"