The storm raged on through the night and into the next full day. Snow piled higher against the cabin walls, wind howled like a beast outside, and the roads remained completely impassable. We were truly trapped, and the tension inside the warm cabin had turned into something thick, electric, and impossible to ignore. Every look from Mr. Donovan or Liam made my p***y throb with need. Every casual touch left me wet and aching, my body constantly on edge.
All day the teasing became relentless and filthy. While I was making coffee in the kitchen, Mr. Donovan came up behind me, pressed his tall, solid body against my back, and slid one big, calloused hand straight down the front of my soft pajama shorts. His thick fingers found my already dripping slit and rubbed slow, firm circles around my sw
