Abby entered the supply closet with her mind in turmoil. She needed to check and make sure there were enough t-shirts for the annual 5K run, but she couldn't seem to concentrate on that. Her mind kept replaying the events of the past few hours. EJ telling her he slept with her because he couldn't stop himself, Nick showing up out of the blue and then finally, the conversation in the park. She couldn't believe she had said all those things to EJ in the park. She believed every word she had said to him. Abby didn't feel like they could ever be truly parted from each other whenever they were together. It was an ache in her soul, this need to be with him. It was all so complicated and a little overwhelming, if she were to be honest with herself. EJ fascinated her and scared her at the same time. It wasn't any of his past deeds that scared her, but the way he managed to make her forget herself and her beliefs. She had looked at EJ and saw someone who listened to her, respected her, who understood her better than she understood herself. When she was with him, she didn't feel like the perfect princess everyone expected her to be. She felt strong, beautiful, desirable and able to do anything. She saw this man, one capable of a lot vile things, who was loving, gentle, funny, smart and a little lost. They were both a little lost, she with what to do with her life after the fiasco with Chad and him, with whatever was going on between him and Sami.

"Did I really threaten him with telling Hope everything I know about him, Nick and Gabi?" she thought to herself.

"What's wrong with me?" she wondered.

The sound of the door slamming shut had her jerking her head up in surprise. She looked up to see EJ standing at the door and locking it behind him. She wasn't that surprised to see him. Abby knew the kind of man he was and she knew that he would eventually track her down. She could tell that he hadn't liked their conversation in the park. Not when she called him on how he felt towards them being apart and definitely not when she threatened to talk to Hope. The look on his face sent a frisson of fear through her. Abby didn't let that bother her, though. Despite all the stories she had heard about him, the warnings to stay away from him and his own admission that he was a "bad man", she knew he would never hurt her. At least, not physically, but her heart, well that was another matter altogether.

"EJ, what do you want?" she asked him. He came further into the room and sat on the table that was covered with boxes of t-shirts. He watched her silently for a moment before he chose to answer her question.

"We didn't finish our talk in the park," he replied.

"Oh, I didn't realize there was anything left to say," she told him.

"I think you know there was, Abigail. You told me that you still might talk to Hope. There is nothing to talk about," he responded as he continued to stare at her with a slight smirk on his face.

Abby attempted to walk by him, but EJ put an arm out and blocked her way. With her path blocked, Abby drew herself up against the shelf and waited for him to continue.

"Were you attempting to threaten me, sweetheart, because I would advise you to think twice about it."

"Now who's threatening who?" asked Abby.

"It's no threat, Abigail. I'm just giving you helpful advice. There's no story to tell so just let it go, sweetheart," EJ told her.

Abigail cocked her head to the side and looked at him. Finally, she smiled before responding to him "Something doesn't add up here, EJ. You've been working overtime to keep me from putting the pieces together."

EJ sighed before grabbing her lanyard around her neck and pulling her closer to him. "You are relentless, aren't you?" he asked her. Slowly he trailed his hand up her arms and onto her neck before coming to rest on her face. "What do I have to do to convince you to leave this alone?"

While he waited for her answer, EJ slowly toyed with her lips. A shiver ran up Abby's spine at the sensations coursing through her. She heard herself say, "I don't think I need to tell you that, EJ."

EJ's hands slid to her neck and he stared at her for a moment. He couldn't believe this wisp of a girl was challenging him. Suddenly, gripping her neck tightly, he pulled Abigail to him in a passionate kiss. He picked her up and placed her on the table roughly. Vaguely, he heard the noise the boxes made as they fell to the floor, but he paid no attention to it. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to rip her clothes off and imprint himself all over her body, her mind and even her soul. He wanted it all until she had nothing left to give. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this "thing" he felt for her was bordering on obsession, but he dismissed that thought immediately. He had only ever felt that way about one person and it wasn't Abigail. Still, he couldn't quite get the thought out of his head that this affair was getting dangerous for both of them.

Abby's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Chad had never made her feel the way EJ did. It had been sweet and tender, her first time with Chad, and she had found their lovemaking pleasant. The things EJ did to her and made her feel was anything but pleasant. He made her burn, inside and out. One touch of his hands on her body and she was lost to everything, but this insatiable craving for him. Suddenly, EJ stopped kissing her and stepped away. He stared at her with a heated look in his eyes. Abby didn't know why, but that stare made her insides twist into knots in a good way.

"Turn around," he told her. "Then take off your panties, lift your skirt and place your hands on the table."

Abigail felt nervous and excited at the same time. In the end, the excitement overcame her nerves. Although Abigail had never done anything like this before, she knew she couldn't let him be in full control. Instead of turning around like he had asked her to, she leaned back against the table. She slowly took her panties off while watching EJ. She heard the hitch in his breath and saw the intensity in his eyes as he watched her. It secretly drove her wild that she could make a man as powerful as EJ DiMera breathless for her. When she was done taking off her panties, she lifted her skirt inch by inch, turned around and placed her hands on the table. She looked over her shoulder at EJ and waited in nervous anticipation for what he would do next.

EJ was so turned on by what Abby had done that he had to stop himself from entering her with a swift thrust. He was used to sexually experienced women. Women who knew what he liked and weren't afraid to experiment, but that one simple act by Abigail had him almost spilling in his pants. He unzipped his pants while she watched him. He ran his hands over her bottom while leaning forward to suck on her neck. His hands traveled from her bottom to the slick folds between her legs. She was already wet for him, but he took his time anyway. He slid one, then two fingers into her hot core.

Abby gripped the table tightly while EJ continued to play with her. He bent her forward until she was laying face down on the table. Then he entered her body slowly so she could adjust to being taken from behind. The sensation from EJ entering her body from this angle was almost unbearable and Abigail stiffened a little bit. EJ rubbed her bottom and back in a calming motion until he felt her relax. He started moving at a slow pace until he felt her hips buck back at him in response. That movement from her was all he needed to gain speed and move faster.

"Oh, oh, please." "Don't stop, EJ."

Abby struggled to hold on to the table as EJ continued his delicious assault on her body. The sounds she was making were getting louder and louder as he plunged in and out of her body. She began to moan and wriggle hips, urging him to go faster, harder. "EJ, yes, oh, God, yes."

EJ groaned in pleasure at the feel of her slick flesh on him. The way her walls gripped him urged him on even more. He gave it to her hard and deep as he slapped her ass lightly. The shock of EJ slapping her ass coupled with the intense pleasure she was feeling drove Abby over the edge. She bit down on her hands to muffle her screams as she came. Abigail's tight walls clenching on his cock brought EJ to the brink and, finally, with one violent thrust, he came deep inside her.

It felt like an eternity passed before EJ let go of Abigail and slid out of her. He turned her around and held her while she nuzzled her face in his neck. They stood there listening to the easing of each others breaths. Abby rested her head on his chest while EJ plastered sweet kisses on the top of her head. For a moment, all was peaceful with the world. Gradually, noises from the world beyond the storage room began to intrude on their private moment. There was the sound of nurses walking by talking about a patient's chart; the wheels of a gurney rolling along on the floor and a voice on the PA system paging a doctor to the ER. All of this reminded Abigail of where they were and what she had allowed to happen with EJ. She was appalled and amazed by her actions at the same time.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong with me?"

She hurriedly pushed EJ away as she grabbed her panties and put them back on. She couldn't bring herself to face him. How did this happen? How could she let EJ do those things to her with a building full of people on the other side of the door? Shame and embarrassment at what she had done left Abby speechless.

"Oh, my God" she said again. "I must be crazy."

"What's wrong?" EJ asked as he took her in his arms again. He stroked her back to get her to calm down.

"This. You. Me."

"What we did was wrong," she whispered as she tried to pull away. EJ wouldn't let her pull out of his arms, though.

"'EJ, you're engaged to Sami and everything we're doing is wrong."

"You're lying to her and I'm lying to my family."

"We're not -"

"Stop before you say we're not lying to anyone, a lie by omission is still a lie, EJ. At least, it is for me."

"God's sake, look at where we are! Anyone could have walked in on us," she told him.

"Abigail, I locked the door, sweetheart," he reminded her as he stroked her head to soothe her worries.

"That's not the point," she sighed in response. Abby made a move again to slip out of his arms and, this time, he let her.

"This, this isn't me, EJ."

"I don't do things like this," she told him.

"I can't seem to control myself when you touch me. Nothing else matters, no one else matters," she admitted shakily to him.

"And you think this is who I am? I can't stop myself from touching you or wanting to be with you when we're together."

EJ reached for her again and rested his chin on head as he told her, "None of this is normal for me, Abigail." He lifted his head and they simply stared at each other. In that moment, Abby had the strangest feeling that EJ was just as confused and overwhelmed as she was by this thing between them. Abby felt the pull between them rear up again as he held her. This thing, attraction, obsession, whatever it was, it threatened to consume her. She wanted to be possessed by EJ. She spent hours replaying how it felt when he touched her and made love to her. EJ was all she ever thought about anymore and that terrified her. Suddenly, it was all to much and she had to get away from him and this thing between them.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't.. I mean, I have to go." With that Abby fled out of the supply room.

EJ remained calm for a full second after she left and then he banged his head against the shelf in frustration. He had always prided himself on being in control. No matter how crazy the situation, he always held on to the ability to control it and himself. It threw him that he couldn't control himself around Abigail. Truthfully, he realized that he didn't want to control himself with her. He wanted Abigail Deveraux with an intensity that he had never felt for any other woman, not even Samantha. She invaded his thoughts at work, at home and, yes, even in bed with Sami. He dreamed of her at night and it had caused him to wake up in a sweat a couple of times the past few weeks. He wanted to protect her, to take care of her and to own her. The thought of any other man laying a hand on Abigail filled him with a murderous rage. It was all he could do to control his rage at the thought of his own brother having touched her and made love to her.

EJ shook his head in an effort to clear these dangerous thoughts from his head. He was engaged to Samantha. They had built a loving family together. It had been a long, crazy ride, filled with all sorts of vile deeds towards each other, but they had managed to overcome it all. They had reached the end of their journey and were finally about to be married and live the rest of their lives together watching their children grow. He would not let his obsession for Abigail derail that plan. This had to stop.

"I can do this. I'm a DiMera and I'm stronger than this," he said to himself.

With that thought in mind, EJ picked up his jacket and casually strolled out of the storage room. It would be hard staying away from Abigail. Salem wasn't exactly a big city metropolis and there were multiple ways that they would be bound to run into each other. Will was her cousin and one of her best friends, his kids adored her and he always had to be at the hospital for some board meeting or another. The key was to not be alone with her because he lost all control then. He just needed to stay away from her and bury what had happened between them in the far corners of his mind.

Abigail wandered aimlessly through Horton Town Square. There were so many thoughts running through her mind right now. She flash-backed to what she had just done with EJ. She shivered at the thought of how brazen she had been with him when he ordered her to take her panties off; the way she had leaned back and watched him become even more aroused as she took them off slowly and lifted her skirt. She paused at a storefront and looked at her reflection in the window. What sort of woman let someone else's fiancee and her ex's brother make love to her, not once, but three times now? The woman staring back at her looked the same as she remembered – doe-eyed, pixie face with slightly curling blond hair and steady, calm gaze – everything in place, in fact. The same woman, but somehow different than who she had been a few weeks ago. That woman- that Abby- would never have slept with EJ at the cabin, never admitted that she was desperate for it to happen again and she certainly never would have made love to him in a hospital supply closet. That Abby would have protested against the suggestion that she might. That was the old Abby. The new Abby, well, she couldn't seem to stop herself where EJ was concerned. She kept telling herself that her actions were shameful, wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to feel as ashamed as she should. She should be wracked with shame and guilt and she did feel guilty about Sami and what she was doing to her. Yet, doing all the things she had done with EJ today and at the cabin, had felt so right and, perhaps, that was the most disturbing thought of all – the rightness of it all.

Abby shook herself out of her reverie and made a promise to herself. She wanted to belong to EJ, but she knew that was an impossible dream. This had to stop before it spun out of control. It was already in danger of heading in that direction and to continue on this path could only spell disaster for all involved. The only thing she could do was to end it completely. She had to go her way and let EJ go his.

"I can do this," she thought. "I'm my father's daughter and I'm strong enough to do this."

With that in mind, Abigail knew she needed to stay as far away from EJ as possible. It's not as if they hung out in the same circles. The only thing that really connected them was Will and there was no reason for her to be around EJ while Will was with him. The christening had come and gone and there were no other Horton-Brady events that would present an opportunity for her and EJ to see each other. She had her job to keep her busy and JJ's upcoming trial would take up a lot of her attention. Abby also intended on spending some time with Nick. She still had a few questions about what had preceded his move to New York and the sudden radio silence after that. She still had a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right with the story that EJ had told her and also with the one Nick had told at the christening. Yes, she was confident that this thing between them would end as of now and they could both bury it in their memories like it had never happened.