"Come to me, pet," he murmured. In an instant, she was before him, his fingers lifting and tracing her jaw and lips. "Very good," he breathed, lowering his face to hers. Oh god, was he going to kiss her? She held her breath as she prayed that he would and then he was brushing his lips across hers, his tongue darting out and causing her lips to tingle in its wake. He cradled her jaw with one hand, the fingers of his other hand trailing down along her neck, ghosting across her collar, and tracing the neckline of her dress. Slowly, he slipped his fingers outwards, dragging the fabric outwards millimetre by millimetre and gradually exposing her breast. Her breath caught again as her nipple peeked out, surprised by the cold air of the club, but she held his gaze and remained still as his fingers brushed the hardened flesh and ghosted across the outside and underside of her breast before he covered the goosebumped skin with his warm palm. He kissed her again, languidly, as he gently palmed her exposed breast, and she could not hold back the whimper of pleasure as she responded instinctively, her lips massaging his eagerly in return. After a moment, he gently replaced the fabric of her dress and cupped her other cheek before pulling back. He said nothing, but she felt the warmth of his approval and beamed up at him in response. Chuckling, he led her from the lobby to the door on the far left.