A powerful wave crashed over Addison the moment their bodies pressed roughly together. Preston’s arousal was palpable as it purposely dug into her grinding hips, letting her know on no uncertain terms just how ready and eager he was for her. The need for him in that moment helped to propel her own impatience, which had been building already for quite some time. But, apparently it wasn’t appropriate to canoodle too heavily on the street in front of a hot dog vendor, nor would it have been acceptable to start romping and glomping in the elevator, when there was a camera in the corner to capture it all.<br/><br/>When he stepped back, for a brief moment, Addison’s heart sank, thinking that he might once again try to leave her high and dry. But when she heard him demand that she take off her jeans, her lewd smile returned. He was quick to shove his pants down just enough to have freedom to thrust. Simultaneously, Addison hurriedly unsnapped her jeans and yanked the zipper down, shoving them as well as her panties down with one, effective tug. He had a point about skirts, even though she wasn’t the biggest fan of them, they would certainly make quickies in the office much easier.<br/><br/>She stepped out of one leg of her shorts, only having time to do that, before Preston pressed her into the corner, his surging cock pointing almost threateningly, directly at her. Addison wrapped her arms around him and hoisted herself up as he directed his cock between her legs. She shifted one leg around his waist, just as she had in the elevator, only this time, nothing was coming between them. His hot, gravelly tone admitted exactly what he wanted to do to her in the elevator. “Uunh,” she sighed out breathlessly. “Me too,” she whispered, angling herself to the heat seeking missile in his hands. He guided himself inside of her and filled her up.<br/><br/>“Aaaah~” Addison gasped and moaned all at once, her jaw dropping, mouth agape, tone probably much too loud for the map room. Preston’s groaning words only pushed her even further, filling her with desire and causing an eruption of tingling sensations deep within her core. “Oooh, Preston…” She panted, her back arching to take him in even further. “Fuuuuck, I’m obsessed with your cock,” she admitted, practically drooling already, as her hips started grinding against him harder and harder. Her fingers swirled in between strands of his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp. “God, I need you to fuck me hard, Preston,” she all but pleaded.