“I have my hand inside my panties and I’m rubbing my clit.”

“Christ.”

“And you?”

“I’ve got a stranglehold on my dick. Just listening to you breathe hard could make me come. Not to mention visualizing you touching your pussy.”

She smiled at that, loved that she could push him right to the edge without him even seeing her. “I can’t help it. You make me hot.”

“Get hotter. Tell me what you do to get yourself off when I’m not around.”

She pushed her sweats and panties down. “I rub my clit, and put two fingers inside me, pumping as if your cock is in me.”

Now it was her turn to feel as if she was ready to come, because the sounds she heard over the phone were driving her crazy. It was almost as if she could hear him stroking his shaft. And his deep, harsh breaths were the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever heard.

“Sometime when we’re together, I’m going to show you how I jack off. At the same time, you’re going to rub your pussy and make yourself come for me.”

She widened her legs and slid her fingers deeper inside her pussy, felt it tighten around her fingers as she hurried her strokes. “Yes. I want to watch you stroke yourself, want to see the come spurt out of you.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come, Lina.”

“Yes. Oh, yes, Drew. I’m coming.” She couldn’t hold back her climax, and came, letting Drew hear it as she cried out. He returned the favor, increasing her pleasure as he groaned into the phone with his own orgasm.

For a while after that, all she heard was both of them breathing heavily.

“I’m going to need a minute here. Don’t go away,” he said.

“Okay.”

Every part of her trembled as she stood and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she grabbed her tea and took a sip to coat her dry throat.

Wow. She felt dizzy, but she smiled.

“Still there?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“That was fun.”

“It was.”

“Not as much fun as it would have been if I was there with you. But it’ll do until I see you again.”

“I’ll definitely sleep tonight now. I thought for sure I’d pace all night long. Thank you, Drew.”

“I’ll talk to you again tomorrow night after my game, if you’re up for it.”

She smiled. “I’m definitely up for it.”

“Night, Lina.”

“Good night, Drew.”

She hung up and laid her phone down, staring at all the paperwork she’d carelessly tossed onto the floor. Her most important work, cast aside in favor of phone sex.

She giggled and kneeled to pick it all up and re-sort it.

Sometimes even important work had to be put aside for really great sex.

TWENTY-FOUR

CAROLINA COULDN’T HELP THE SURGE OF PRIDE AND absolute awe as she watched her brother modeling her clothes. Gray had the perfect form for modeling, and as much as he hated it, he could walk a runway. The fit was excellent and wouldn’t need much in the way of changes at all.

“God, that guy is hot,” Evelyn said as she sat in the chair next to Carolina.

Carolina grinned. “And your hormones must be surging.”

“That they are. But I’d think he was hot even if I wasn’t pregnant.” After the staff hustled Gray into the dressing room for a change, Evelyn turned to her. “You’ve done an amazing job, Carolina. I’m going to want to order all those clothes for Gray. He looks hot as hell in them. I would say, like they were made for him, but really, they were.”

Carolina laughed. “They do look good on him, don’t they? I’m really pleased with how everything turned out.”

“You should be. How’s your stress level right now?”

“Actually, not as bad as I thought it would be. Things are running pretty smoothly and I’m more or less on schedule.” Carolina glanced at the dressing room, and not seeing Gray, she pulled out her notebook. “Since Gray’s no doubt being stuck with pins at the moment, I have a few wedding dress concepts I’d like you to look at.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Already? I didn’t think you’d have any time to work on or even think about my wedding dress until after the launch of your line.”

Carolina shrugged. “It’s a stress reliever and takes my mind off this whole Fashion Week thing. And when an idea pops into my head, I can’t help but work on it.”

She showed the drawings to Evelyn. “These are only concepts. Not fully fleshed out yet, just a few ideas.”

Carolina held her breath, watching as Evelyn flipped through the three dress concepts she’d created. Evelyn looked at each one, studying them carefully, then going over them all again, which Carolina appreciated.

Evelyn laid her hand over the notebook and lifted her gaze to Carolina. The excitement on her face was evident. “These are gorgeous, Carolina. But how am I supposed to choose just one? Is it possible to wear three wedding dresses?”

Carolina exhaled, then laughed. “I’m so glad you like them.”

“Like them? I love them. All of them. Oh, my God, they’re amazing. I can’t believe you designed these in the short time since Christmas.”

Carolina flipped through each one, discussing how they could make subtle changes. “Anything you want, however you want it, we can alter. We can even take portions of one dress and add it to the other. And each one can be easily altered for your expanding waistline.”

Evelyn grinned. “That’ll be helpful, since I have no idea how big I’ll be by May.”

“How are you feeling, by the way?”

“Surprisingly good so far. No morning sickness. A little tired, but your father is giving me a lot of leeway in that regard. He’s already told me to hire an assistant to help me out because he doesn’t want me to work so hard.”

“Well, that is his grandchild you’re carrying. I don’t think he wants you working twelve-hour days right now.”

“I’ve been to see the doctor, who assures me I’m perfectly healthy and can carry on my normal duties for as long as I feel like it, so I’m thrilled about that. But I have a feeling your father is going to be watching me like a hawk the entire time. Along with Gray.”

Carolina nodded. “And my mother.”

“Yes.”

“How did your parents take the news?”

“They were elated,” Evelyn said with a wide grin. “They’re so excited about the baby and the wedding. We’re all getting together next weekend in D.C. along with Gray’s parents to talk wedding planning. I’ll be sure to take a lot of notes since I know you’ll be too busy to attend.”

“Thanks. I’ll get up to speed on the whole wedding-planning thing with you as soon as I get Fashion Week out of the way.”

“Honestly, Carolina, there’s no hurry. I think with your mother in charge, neither you nor I will have to do much of anything, anyway. Which gives me a huge sense of relief.”

Carolina laughed. “You’re probably right.”

“So back to the dresses. Can I get copies of these to look at?”

“Of course. I’ll email them to you.”

“And you won’t give these to anyone else until I choose one?”

“Absolutely not. You’re my first—and so far my only—wedding dress client.”

Evelyn laid her hand over her heart. “I’m so honored by this, Carolina. And I love these dresses so much. But I think I already know which one I’m in love with.”

“Which one?”

Evelyn scrolled to the second one. “This one. The scalloped edges and the sweetheart neckline. It’s so modern, yet classic and traditional at the same time. And with the empire waist, I think it’ll fit the expanding baby belly perfectly. It’s the one that’s in my head right now.”

“I’m so glad. I think a dress like that will look beautiful on you.”

“So do I. But I want to look at all of them again, just to be sure.”

“I’ll email them to you, and you can show the moms and get their opinions.”

“Oh, good idea. Thank you, I’ll do that.”

Gray emerged from the dressing room and Carolina quickly closed the file. “But not the groom-to-be.”

“Definitely not.”

“What are you two talking about?” Gray asked.

“Wedding dresses,” Evelyn said. “Which you can’t see.”

“Okay. But you know, I’m a pretty good judge of fashion.”

Evelyn stood. “Not in this case. You’ll just have to remain in the dark.”

Carolina stood, too. “Thanks for coming up to play dress-up.”

He kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t you know? It’s my favorite thing.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I’ll just bet it is. Which is why I appreciate it so much. But now you’re good to go until the day of the show.”

“Have you got time to have lunch with us?”

She didn’t, but she would, for her brother and for Evelyn. “Absolutely.”

She told her staff she’d be back in an hour. They acted like it was no big deal, which to them, it probably wasn’t. They all had their assigned tasks and didn’t need to be watched over. That’s why they were all awesome. To her, she felt like she had to stay on top of everything, which was probably her own OCD nature coming out.

“Come on, Carolina. The world of your fashion line won’t stop turning just because you grab a sandwich with us,” Gray said, dragging her out the door.

He was right, of course.

They went down the street and ordered sandwiches from one of her favorite delis, which made Gray ecstatic, since they were huge sandwiches. Carolina and Evelyn split a sandwich, since the deli loaded about a half pound of turkey on each one. They split a fruit salad as a side dish, too.

“How are things going with you and Drew?” Gray asked.

“Oh, just fine.” She had no idea how to have this conversation with her brother.

“So he treats you good?”

“He does.”

Gray shook his head. “I still can’t believe the two of you are a couple.”

Carolina looked at Evelyn, who just gave her a helpless look in response.

“Well, we are. Sort of. I don’t know. We’re seeing each other. For now.”

She cringed, even as the words came out of her mouth.

Gray frowned. “What the hell does that even mean?”

Evelyn laid her hand over Gray’s. “I think it means your sister would like for you to mind your own business.”

Gray’s gaze shifted from Evelyn back to Carolina. “What did I do? I just asked how things were going. It wasn’t like I was asking how good he was in bed.”

Carolina laid her head in her hands. “And it goes from bad to worse.”

“Okay, fine. I give up. I won’t ask anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Carolina said. “It’s just . . . awkward, because the two of you are such good friends.”

“So that means there are problems between the two of you, and you think if you complain about him to me that I’ll get pissed off and go punch him out.”

Carolina laughed. “No. Well, I mean yes. That could happen. Or maybe it wouldn’t. God, I hope you wouldn’t do that. That would be so juvenile.”

Gray slanted her a look across the table.

“Okay, fine. No, there are no problems between us at the moment. We get along great. We have fun together. I can’t define what it is that’s happening between us, Gray, because, honestly, I just don’t know. We enjoy being with each other, but we’re both so heavily invested in our careers, I don’t know where it’s going. Or if it’ll last.”

“And if it doesn’t, and you two break up, you think it’ll come between Drew and me.”

“Yes. And I’d rather that doesn’t happen. I didn’t want you to know about Drew and me at all.”

Gray leaned back in his chair. “Cutting me out of that part of your life just because you think it will affect how I feel about my best friend kind of sucks, Carolina.”

She blew out a frustrated breath. “For me, too. You and I have always been really close. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t tell you.”

“Until now.”

She nodded. “Because I also know how close you and Drew have always been. My relationship with him will affect your relationship with him. And it shouldn’t.”

“You can’t change that. He’s been one of my best friends for a lot of years. But you will always and forever be my sister. Family. Nothing trumps that bond. Not even friendship.”

Gray’s words shouldn’t have made tears fill her eyes. But they did. He was right. The bond they shared had always been strong. And it always would be. How foolish of her to think anything, or anyone, would come between them.

She reached across the table and grasped his hand. “Thank you for that. But I’m a grown woman now. And if it doesn’t work out between Drew and me, just know my eyes are wide open. And I can handle it, okay?”