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</div>The message that flashed on her phone while she was already pleasuring herself to the thought of Preston being hard for her, only inspired her to reach climax even faster. In fact, the next morning, she read the messages from Preston again, and felt a series of tingles invading her from the inside out.<br/><br/>She got herself dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a loose, gray crop top that hinted at her midsection as it flowed around her thin figure. Lacing up her Converse, she tucked her phone into her pocket and took off. At least she was earlier than the previous day, but by the time she showed up to the office, she was sure she hadn’t beaten Preston there.<br/><br/>After getting off on the right floor and walking through the lobby, she checked his desk and found a new jacket resting on his chair. Then, the woman who sat near him perked her head up and took in the sight of Addison. “Oh, are you looking for Preston, again? He’s in that office over there.” She pointed out the office and then went back to her work.<br/><br/>“Thanks,” Addison responded, before meandering over to the office, remembering it as one that was vacant the other day. She slithered into the door frame and leaned up against it, a friendly smirk on her face as she took in the sight of Preston, within. “Ah, moving on up in the world, are you? Taking some poor schlub’s office while he’s on vacation? Tsk, this really is a cut throat industry.”<br/><br/>She gave him a knowing sort of look after that, her brows perking with intrigue and a look of trouble making mischief on her face. “You know, this just adds yet another location to our ‘where to fuck your coworkers’ list.” Addison mentioned, nonchalantly. As if everyone thought about those things.<br/><br/>Stepping inside slowly, Addison let her hips gently sway with each step that she took, as she seemed to examine the depths of the office. But really, she was just getting closer to Preston. “So, how did you wind up sleeping last night?” By the time she asked that question, she had stepped up just beside him.