C52 Fifty-two

“Your nipples are staring at me,” Brandon says. “Anyone who cares to can see them.”

On instinct, my eyes lower to my chest, to my nipples stretching against the gold, thin strap satin gown I am wearing. I flash him a smile, cover the distance between us to smoothen the invisible creases on his tuxedo. He growls and grabs my wrists to stop me from palming his growing bulge