From her vantage point, Addison could clearly see the thickening bulge growing beneath Preston’s pants. She held back from the urge that would have brought her lips to ever so slightly graze over his crotch and kept her hands in front of her as well, rather than reaching out to take hold of it. She was still ever so curious about what he was packing.<br/><br/>Hopefully she would get to see it for herself soon enough.<br/><br/>Just as she looked up at Preston’s face and licked her lips in a rather obvious display of carnal hunger, he reached for her face and moved a strand of hair out of the way. Addison perked a brow, wondering if that was his intention, or if he was hoping to touch her even more. Was he done playing the role of professional, untempted, businessman?<br/><br/>There was no way that he was actually a virgin… right?<br/><br/>Addison willed those thoughts away when he guided her up and into a standing position, after making a comment about everyone being able to see. Maybe he was into voyeurism? She smirked at that idea, just when Preston spun her around. It seemed like he was getting more comfortable with touching her. That was a good sign.<br/><br/>Behind her, she felt Preston stand up from the seat and then press against her backside. An involuntary mewling sound left her, in turn. He started talking about the table, like Addison cared about it at all. She let out a heavy breath, an idea already planting in her mind about his usual meeting in the afternoon. But for now, there was another matter to attend to.<br/><br/>“Mmm, let me get into a better position. You know, to really examine this thing.” She playfully remarked, before bending over and pressing her ass against his crotch with a deep dip of her back. Her rear dragged along his crotch in a toying manner, before circling against him slightly, in a grinding motion. Releasing a heated moan this time, she felt a wave of lust crash through her.