[Turns out this was just training for taking leadership of avante]

[Griffin shifts his hips to more easily allow her to slip him out of his pants. At the same time he slides his palms beneath her clothes, across the contours of her body - they come to a rest at her hips, his fingers dipping just under the threshold of her tights.

He kisses her collarbone reverently, bowing his head to her as each one traces her bust. Please, waiting is so hard...]