CHAPTER 5: "QUIET - MOM'S IN THE NEXT ROOM"
CLEO'S POV
I'm not really stuck. Not like yesterday. I could probably wiggle free if I tried hard enough.
But with the right angle, the right positioning, the rig
ht helpless little whimper in my voice...
"You've got to be kidding me."
Jorah's voice. Right behind me.
My heart pounds. My p***y is already getting wet, just from his voice, just from the memory of what he did to me yesterday. This is so f****d up.
"Jorah! Thank God. I was reaching for the flashlight and I—I got stuck. Again. Can you help me?"
"Again." His voice is flat, unimpressed. "You got stuck. Again. Less than twenty-four hours after you got stuck in the washing machine."
"I'm clumsy! It's a condition!"
Silence.
Then his hand lands on my ass.
"You're not stuck."
"
