There seemed to be something about the sounds Addison made when he kissed her, among other things, that drove Preston over the edge of caution and straight into the arms of desire.  Pressed against her curved body in the elevator, he was not at all thinking or worried that they were on their way up to their floor, where without them realizing the door could open to reveal her father or any of the office workers who would be glad to tell Mr. Marino what his daughter had been up to.  Kissing her deeply, there was no room for anything else in Preston’s mind, so it was a good thing that Addison was doing the thinking and stretching her long leg out to press the elevator to a stop.<br/><br/>Breaking the kiss, Preston turned to look over his shoulder as she lowered her leg once more, noting how she had brought them to a halt and while he was certainly concerned about someone coming to fix the ‘broken’ elevator, the way that Addison moved under his growing bulge had him feeling a little risky once more.   Pressing harder against her Preston shivered at the sound of her voice when she talked about them fucking.  Unlike yesterday when he felt it was simply another way of teasing him, Addison’s words seemed like they were hard wired into getting his libido going.<br/><br/>Sliding his hands downward, Preston cupped Addison’s firm, jean clad ass, ready to lift her for more grinding pleasure, but he knew they were definitely limited on time here.  Switching tactics and going for the button on top of her jeans, a sudden thought struck him, and he broke the kiss to look up at the upper corner to the elevator.  “Uh, do you think those cameras work?  I am not sure I am ready for an audience just yet.” He asked, a groan already entering his voice at the thought of having to stop.