The pounding on his door jolted EJ from the most amazing dream he had ever had. Samantha had been there and the things she had done to him were excruciatingly good. So good that he…

EJ jolted in bed, his body languid, a post-orgasmic feeling filling his naked body. He was naked!

Sitting up, he looked around the room, his bed, once painstakingly made was in disarray and EJ could have sworn he could smell Samantha's perfume in the air. It was no dream, she had been there.

She had been there, hovering above him, the heat between her thighs exposed to him and far more erotic than anything he had ever experienced… and her teasing. She had teased him until he was a mess, begging, pleading for the warmth of her body and yet she denied him, drawing out their desire, their hunger for each other until they both broke, the most powerful orgasm of his life seizing his body. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

The racket at his door resumed, and EJ shouted, "I'm coming!"

Grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms he donned them and went to the door.

"Yes," he answered testily, and there stood Nicole frantically clawing at her skin as though to remove it.

"Nicole, it's the middle of the night…" He sighed.

"Rats!" She turned to him, eyes wild, "a thousand of them, on my skin, my face."

EJ wondered if the woman was given to hysterics before this day.

"Nicole, what are you talking about?"

"Rats! Huge, on me!" She spoke again breathlessly.

"I think you had a bad dream…"

"No! No! They were there. EJ, they were there. In there." she motioned frantically to the room she resided in.

"Nicole, the mansion doesn't have rats," he explained slowly, soothingly as though speaking to a frightened child. "You've had a trying day, my dear, this is just some residual trauma."

She shook her head, "No, I can't go back in there EJ. I can… can I stay with you?"

"That's not possible." EJ said, exasperated with this conversation. First, there were 'thousands' of rats and now she wanted to sleep with him. The daft woman had woken him up for this?

"Why not?" Her eyes narrowed, rats seemingly forgotten in the face of his refusal to let her sleep in his bedroom.

"Nicole, we are not together. You know that I love…"

"Don't say her name to me!" She hissed, swiping a hand through the air to cut him off. "I am the mother of your child and I am staying in this creepy mansion because your father had someone murdered in front of me and then I wake up to a million scary rodents probably from Rolf's mad experiments all over me and you can't even offer me a little comfort after all that!"

"Nicole," He began, his hand coming up to massage his temple from the headache he could feel surfacing, but she interrupted yet again.

"No, I'm leaving. I can't stay here!"

"Let me call Bo!" He offered helpfully.

Nicole whirled on him, anger in her voice. "I'm not going into witness protection. Since you clearly have no use for me with your precious 'Samanthar' around, I'll just go ahead and get myself killed. What will you do then?"

EJ gripped her arm in a vise-like grip, turning her around to him, his voice dropping an octave as he threatened, "You do not want to test me Nicole. I do not respond to emotional blackmail. You will be moved to another room."

"EJ," she muttered softly, leaning in.

He dropped her hand as though scalded, certain she had been about to kiss him and there was no way he was going to let that happen, especially if he wanted a shot with Samantha. He stalked down the servants quarters, apologizing to Mary as the woman awoke to make up another room for their guest. Since he was already up and unlikely to go back to sleep, he decided to go down to the study and get some work done.

It was easier said than done. His thoughts drifted to his nighttime visitor more often that not, and when he wasn't held in the grip of arousal by Samantha's commands, he found himself irritated at Nicole's erratic behaviour. This time he may have bit off more than he could chew with that woman.

By the time his alarm went off, he could honestly say he wasn't tired. He knew the lack of sleep would eventually catch up to him, but he had the afternoon free so he was determined to give it all until then.

Driving to the law office he shared with Mickey Horton, he thought about what had transpired last night, how mad with want Samantha had driven him, denying him the pleasure of entering her body until he was so aroused he had come absent choice. He had never experienced anything as hot as that, hadn't come involuntarily since he had been a randy schoolboy. Then she had left, saying nothing and he was left wondering what that meant.

His assistant Kristie met him at the door as usual, messages and his schedule for the day held firmly in hand. He deposited his briefcase on the table and sat in his chair, jumping and letting out what he would describe as a manly grunt of surprise as delicate fingers wrapped around his legs drawing him closer. Looking down, he saw her, Samantha, hiding under the desk, smirk on her red lips as she reached out, unzipping his pants.

Sami had to tear herself from EJ's form, far more content than she had ever been in her life just resting her head against his chest, hearing the even rise and fall of his breaths, the strong beat of his heart beneath her ear.

Will's words came to her then - if you want him, fight for him.

Those weren't words she ever thought she would hear about EJ from her son. It made Sami give pause.

Was that what she was doing? Fighting for EJ?

Yes.

Samantha Brady was fighting for EJ Dimera. Fighting for a life with him, the whole nine yards with a happily ever after, filled with scheming and fighting and the kind of loving where every harsh word faded in light of that love. She wanted it all with him and she was finally ready to give it a chance. She reached up placing a light kiss on his lips, before dressing and moving back into the secret passageway.

Sami took a look in on her nemesis, resting far too comfortable in the room next to EJ. She had hoped Nicole would hear him screaming her name, but for her next play, this was better. Easing her way silently into the room, cage in hand, she dusted a trail of cheese bits on the bed, finally letting the critters go. Leaving a small crack through which they could escape, she watched from her perch, waiting until Nicole awoke. The first telltale twitch of her nose made Sami smile sinisterly, for her rodent friends were moving even closer, over the covers, until they finally reached her face. She watched as Nicole's eyes opened slowly and noticing her furry friends, frowned sleep obviously confusing her. Her eyes popped open and she screamed as though the devil was after her, scrambling from the bed and running out the door.

Sami slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her mirth. Blowing on the whistle, she watched as all the rodents trotted easily back in her cage. She might even like them a bit after this. As she was sure Nicole's caterwauling would wake the entire house, she moved quickly, avoiding the guards and escaping once again over the garden wall.

When she arrived home, she checked in on Will before moving to her own slumber, wanting to get a few hours of sleep so she would be rested enough for the next stage of the plan, because for the next two days and beyond EJ Dimera was going to know what it was like to be pursued by Sami Brady.

The sun's rays filtered into her bedroom, waking Sami from her rest. She looked at the clock at her bedside and sat up, knowing that if she wanted to get to EJ's office before he did, she would need to move quickly. Making a cup ginger tea which helped settle her stomach and grabbing a yogurt and a granola, she ate, before getting ready to 'wow' EJ in his office. She was sure that he had forgotten that he had given her an extra key when she was his wife, and so when she arrived she went straight in, situating herself under his desk. Only a few minutes later, his secretary arrived, her heels clicking away against the floor and Sami prayed the woman would have no cause to come behind EJ's desk. Thinking back it might not have been the wisest plan, but she wanted to keep EJ on his toes and she wanted that there to be nowhere he could go that he wouldn't imagine, her hands, her mouth on him or himself buried deep inside her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally heard his voice as he entered his office and came around to sit at his desk. She chuckled quietly as he squeaked in surprise when her hands made their way up his thighs, pulling him toward her.

"Mr. Dimera, are you alright?"

"Yes, fine," he answered and Sami thought he was far too coherent for her taste and she unzipped his pants, revealing him.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath, When she saw EJ like this is all his glory she often wondered how he fit inside her. She fleetingly thought, as she wrapped her hand around him, if height and build correlated to the length and girth, because EJ was proportional. She moved her hand slowly up and down him, setting a light teasing rhythm as his eyes watched every twitch. It sent a tingling down her spine, watching him struggle to control his reactions.

He took his eyes off her and Sami didn't like that one bit so while he looked up telling his secretary that he would call her back in in a few moments, she took him in her mouth, giving one good hard suck.

"Damn it, Samantha! You are going to be the death of me!" He panted, hands holding on to her head as she took him deeper.

She hummed in reply, smiling at his response. He was nice and wet now from her mouth, her hands able to glide smoothly up and down him. Sami watched as he bit his fist to keep silent as she licked him, like a salty-sweet treat. EJ for his part, grabbed on to her hair, the force of his grip, pulling her back just a bit as he finished. She swallowed every drop, suckling as she worked him through, only moving when he was done.

He looked utterly debauched, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, tie askew. She stood then, just one more taunting play in mind. Sitting, she placed each heel-clad foot on the armrest of his chair, exposing herself to his gaze.

Transfixed, he rose and Sami pushed him back down with a heel to his chest and a smirk on her lips as she shook her head.

"Samantha," he growled, even as he sat back down. "You haven't let me touch you yet."

Sami merely smiled, loving how hungry he was for her and it was taking all her willpower not to let him strip her naked and take her on the first available surface, be it desk or floor.

Instead, she slipped down, his irritated moan bringing a smile to her lips and said, "The kids and I are having a picnic today at 1 o'clock." She could see he was shocked at her change in subject. "I know your afternoon is free, EJ. Maybe I'll let you touch me then."

With those parting words she left his office sending a wave at the surprised secretary at her desk.