"You're joking r-right?"
Abby asked, her voice trembling. Surely he must be joking, playing with her. There was no way he found her attractive.
"Well, I'll let you take a guess," he murmured softly, his nose brushing against her jaw. Shifting his hips forward, the firm bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants pressed against her core, causing her entire body to tense.
"Remo!" she exclaimed, gripping onto his arms tightly, clearly distressed.
A low, guttural sound rumbled deep within Remo's chest as he edged even closer to her.
"Please don't say my name like that, Abby. You're already making this quite difficult for me," he mumbled, subtly adjusting his hips before pausing briefly. "And I mean that in the most literal sense."
"Re-Remo, we can't - you said, you said in our arrangement there will be no sexual relationship," she stuttered, her body betraying her intentions once again.
