Although his new and very enjoyable current vantage point prevented her from seeing it, Preston grinned wolfishly as that tiny mewling sound left Addison’s lips when the harder planes of his body pressed against hers.  Up until that very instant, she had been in complete control of their every interaction, both in person and electronically, and it felt really good to suddenly wrest a little of that back.  Among other things that felt good.<br/><br/>With that thought swirling in his mind, Preston let his hands trail upwards along Addison’s ribs before gliding over her back, guiding and encouraging the girl to bend over so spectacularly for him.  As her tight, jean clad ass pressed back against his hardened cock, Preston moved forward to meet her, only the few layers of cloth between them stopping him from fucking her over the desk right then and there.<br/><br/>Forgetting where he was completely, Preston’s hands continued their downward trek, ghosting over the thin material of Addison’s top until he reached where the hem met her jeans, and he flipped it up slightly to reveal her skin to his touch. Lightly running his fingertips over the small of her back, Preston continued his slow grind, even as he began reaching around her waist.  With his touch on the flat planes of her stomach, it seemed Preston was just about to dip inside her panties when a call came from down the hall.<br/><br/>“Preston, are you in there?” a voice, Mary’s, called.  Removing his hands in surprise, and regret, Preston stepped back and to the far side of Addison from the door, just in time for the office’s manager to appear in the doorway.  “I thought so.”  Mary continued, her gaze flicking between the two young people.  “Gary just got in and wants to see you.”<br/><br/>“Tell him I will be right there!” Preston replied as Mary turned to return to her duties.  “As soon as I hide this hard-on his daughter just gave me.”  He half groaned to Addison with a grin once the woman was out of earshot once again.