Addison gasped, her jaw remaining slacked and mouth hanging open as Preston’s hard and rigid body pressed more purposefully against her, pinning her to the hard, cold, elevator wall. His bulge dug against her like he was tilling her garden, and it left her head reeling and body tingling all over. In the heat of the moment, she thought about just risking it all and fucking him right there in the elevator. She was convinced that Preston was considering the very same thing when his hands roamed over her jean clad ass and groped her rear cheeks.<br/><br/>Breathless by the time he pulled away from the kiss, Addison looked up at Preston with a dizzied expression, as he spoke about the cameras in the corners. She blinked, taking a long moment to register what he was saying, before turning to look up at them with a sharpened, narrowed gaze. Preston confessed that he wasn’t sure he was ready for an audience just yet and Addison frowned, realizing that she was not ready for one either. “Damn,” she exhaled, sure that the guys behind the cameras were probably saying the same thing.<br/><br/>“When we reach our floor,” she murmured, as she lowered her leg and shifted to lean over and press the button that started the elevator once again. “We need to make a beeline right for that map room.” She spoke like she was devising a top secret plan, sounding far less patient than usual. And it was really no wonder, consider how worked up she just was, with Preston, in an enclosed space.<br/><br/>The ding alerted her to the fact that they were there a few moments later, and she took a deep breath, before scampering out, checking over her shoulder to make sure he was following, hoping that no one was about to interrupt them before they were able to really get down to business.