Free Rico's Recovery (Detroit Heat Book 2) by Davida Lynn Page B

to pull the drain. “Yeah, I’m all right, Ma.” I reached for a towel and got ready for the time-consuming climb back out of the tub. “Jesus. Give me a break, already.”

My heart was racing. My mind was racing. After feeling let down that Rico hadn’t responded to my message, he made up for it tenfold. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sexted. I might have even thought it was childish not too long ago, but he’d changed my mind for certain.

    I was back in the break room, my face beet-red. I couldn’t believe what Rico and I were sending each other. He had me so turned on, thinking about him in the tub. I bit my lip and grasped at the hem of my scrubs when he told me that he was touching himself. I was dying on the inside being so far away from him. I remembered the grunts that he had let out during PT, and that only made things worse. A flash hit me and my knees went weak for a split second.

    Alan came up behind me, scaring the hell out of me. “Hey, you must be working up a storm today. I think you’re sweating more than some of my patients.”

    I laughed it off, quickly turning my screen off and sliding my phone back into my pocket. “Yeah. I figured if I worked hard enough here, I wouldn’t have to jog tonight.” I kept my voice under control, which actually surprised me. Rico had me so hot and bothered I didn’t think I’d be able to see straight, let alone talk. My patient was taking a ten-minute break and I had one more person to see, but I was already counting the minutes until I could get home for some much-needed relief.

    My last patient of the day was an elderly woman who had broken one of her hips. She also had balance issues, and that required me to stay glued to her side. I liked Edwina, but it meant that I couldn’t check my phone for an entire hour. I lost track of how many times it vibrated in my pocket. Each time it did, I knew there was a new and delicious message from Rico and reminded me that I had something else that vibrated waiting for me in my nightstand.

    After Edwina’s daughter picked her up, I grabbed my files, threw them into my tote, and headed straight for the door. Before I could get there, Sheila, another coworker, caught me. “Hey Liz, some of us are going out to Friday’s for a drink or two. You wanna join us?”

    Sheila was a sweet girl and I didn’t like lying to her, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “Sorry, Sheila. I promised a neighbor I’d help her clean out her garage.”

    As I slid past her, I couldn’t help but smirk at the look she gave me. It was a god-awful lie. Maybe she even knew something was up, but she was kind enough not to call me out on it.

    The door was halfway closed when Sheila called through it, “All right. Have fun cleaning, I guess.”

    I sat in my car, my heart pumping like I had just finished a good, long workout. In reality, as I read through Rico’s narrative, the workout was just beginning. It was a ten-minute drive home, but I was betting I could make it in seven.

    His texts told a tale of sensual power. He described pulling me into his bedroom and stripping me. His hands were rough as he popped a button from the shirt I was wearing.

    After Rico unbuttoned my jeans from behind, he slid them down my legs with firm pulls. I could imagine standing before him in my panties and an open silk shirt. He described being so overcome with lust that he would tear my panties from me. I moaned when I read that part.

    Rico described pushing me forward, my hands down on the bed. He’d put a strong, confident leg between mine and spread them as he stood behind me. Pulling the remains of my underwear aside, Rico told me how badly he wanted to fuck me from behind.

    I was close. I made it home in eight minutes. Two minutes after that I was in bed, my vibrator between my legs. I scrolled to the bottom of the conversation and managed to send him a message, even as the waves of an orgasm approached.

    Finally home,