Will Lester live up to his promise that he would continue what Abby started?

It would be several days before any kind of opportunity arose again. The ARC had been incredibly busy; several anomaly calls, a new creature in the menagerie and reams and reams of paperwork. Lester had been stuck in his office virtually the whole time; increased anomalies meant more money was needed and these days that was like getting blood from a stone. Abby had either been out in the field or was ensuring the new resident was settling in well and didn't have any illnesses that could harm the other creatures.

Abby was beginning to think that Lester's words had not meant anything. She'd given him what she considered to be a pretty damned good blow-job, and had been prepared to go a whole lot further – just what might have happened if that phone hadn't rung she would never know. He'd simply been drunk on the moment, and now that he'd had time to think about what he was doing it was far too big a risk for him.

Things had quietened down over the last 24 hours somewhat, and there was a sense of relief amongst everyone. Abby had decided that she'd take the rest of afternoon off; go into town and treat herself to that new CD she'd seen advertised. She'd already cleared it with Matt, and he'd said to just make sure she could be contacted by phone in case there was an anomaly alert. Paperwork completed, Abby grabbed her jacket and was about to leave when she realised that Lester was at the doorway.

"Thought it was time I came to see how the new resident was settling in. I hear he created quite a stir before he was brought in?" Lester smiled. He'd read Matt and Connor's field report on how the young Smilodon cub had seemed to think they were wanting to play and had pounced on poor Connor. Matt had been wary of using the EMDs on a youngster; concerned that it wouldn't withstand the blast in the same way as an adult, so by the time they'd restrained it the anomaly had closed.

"I can take you to meet him if you like?"

Lester clicked the door firmly shut and took his jacket off. His eyes searched around the room for the CCTV camera and then he placed his jacket over the lens. "That won't be necessary, Miss Maitland. That wasn't the real reason for my visit."

Abby felt her heart skip a beat; she'd been wrong. He moved closer, backing her towards the desk and licking his lips. "I believe I owe you a favour," he rasped, tugging at the zip on her jeans and unfastening the button.

"Yes, you do!" Abby sighed.

"I'm sorry it's taken so long." His hands were under her backside and he lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk, pulling her jeans down to pool around her ankles.

"How sorry?"

"This much," he growled, pulling aside the fabric of her knickers and flicking his tongue over her already engorged clitoris. Abby let out a content sigh; she'd waited for this too long. He began to lap at her moisture, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub and pausing occasionally to suck and nibble at it. He made satisfied suckling sounds as his tongue probed into her and Abby felt her hips begin to roll with his movements.

"James!" Abby whimpered. The skill of his tongue was bringing her closer and closer to a peak of desire. Her groin felt like it was on fire and she could feel her muscles inside clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Lester let out an involuntary grunt and increased the ferocity of his actions. He loved hearing Abby's soft cries of pleasure and it drove him to take things up a notch. He pushed his middle finger into her wet pussy as he continued licking, suckling and biting, and when she responded with a gasp he pushed a second finger in. Both were breathing hard now, and Abby was writhing against his hand and mouth, teetering on the edge.

Her orgasm rolled through her body like a tidal wave; thrashing about as Lester continued. Abby panted his name along with a string of expletives and he could feel the walls of her pussy pulsing around his fingers. He continued his on-slaught; thrusting his fingers in and out, twisting them and making a scissor movement inside. Abby's cries were like music to his ears, and the stirring in his own groin were driving him wild.

"Fuck me!" Abby sobbed, kicking away her jeans. Lester was shaking, fumbling at the fly on his trousers to release his aching, hard cock.

"Believe me, Abby, I've thought of nothing else the last few days!" His cock was in his hand now and he edged closer to Abby's parted legs, the tip pressing against her clit. He needed to be inside her.

Abby moved closer, rubbing herself against the hard shaft and whimpering. His fingers pulled at her underwear and then he sank into her, sliding in easily; deeper and deeper, stretching her to her very limits with his long, thick cock. Lester grabbed her hips, pushing inside as far as he could and then stilled himself, panting hard.

They both prepared for the inevitable, their bodies adjusting to this new union and then a noise rang out that both knew all too well – the anomaly alarm.

"Ignore it," Abby hissed. "Matt thinks I'm out this afternoon." Lester nodded and withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip inside and then thrusting back inside hard. Abby let out a loud moan and begged him not to stop. He didn't; he pounded into her again and again, hard and deep, but the anomaly alarm was too much of a distraction for both and the passion subsided.

"Abby, we can't … not whilst..."

"I know." They parted reluctantly and prepared to join the rest of the team in the hub. "Another time?"

"Of course. But we plan properly next time." He kissed her mouth hard and then pulled away. "If we're going to have an affair, then we deserve more than a quickie and the fear of interruptions all the time."

Abby followed him out, her head spinning and her heart pounding. He'd said 'affair' – he meant business, and this was becoming serious.