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Kiera:Step 3, think of my hand caressing your stalk.

Forrest:You’re killing me.

Kiera:Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.

Forrest:So evil. (three devil emoji)

Kiera:Feeling better?

Forrest:(water burst emoji)

Oh, my God. I clamped a hand over my mouth. I’d never made a man come via text. After a few moments of silence—in which I imagined him cleaning up after himself—I sat there dumbfounded at what had just happened. I didn’t know what to say.

I just made Forrest come! There was no subtlety there. We both knew what we were doing. Did he think less of me because of that? Why did it matter? This was who I was—a woman who enjoyed a playful conversation with a man who turned her on.

Forrest:You’re wicked! I want to be YOUR doctor now.

I stared at his request while my heart thundered in my chest.Every part of my body screamed yes.

No.It would be too inappropriate. But inappropriate just flew out the window. What did I have to lose?

Kiera:Please, Dr. Navarro.

For the next twenty-minutes, Forrest and I exchanged text messages infused with so much heat I was surprised my phone didn’t explode in my hands when the wicked orgasm rippled through me.

A reminder chimed on my phone, popping our little lust bubble. It was a reminder for me to check in about a conference call with the marketing team regarding the recent batch of photos I’d sent them.

Kiera:Need to go now. Be good, BaMBu Beast.

I didn’t care if he thought it was cheesy.

Forrest:Why that nickname?

Kiera:You’re a beast on a humanitarian mission. That makes you cute.

Forrest:The beast is hot and bothered.

Kiera:Dr. Sexy K will make all your booboos go away. (rolling on the floor laughing emoji)

Forrest:Got lots of booboos for you. (bandage emoji, needle emoji, blood emoji)

Kiera:Blood is my enemy.

Forrest:Blood is my ally.

A cold chill skimmed down my body at the thought of blood. He was a doctor. He had to love and understand it. I switched my thought to the pleasure he’d just given me, which was a lot more appealing than blood.

Forrest:Need new appointment for treatment.

Still trying to recover from the massive orgasm, I smiled as the same thought crossed my mind. But I needed time to evaluate my life. Things were moving too fast. The sudden reconnection in Texas and the burst of sexual energy when we were together—even while texting—made me dizzy and nervous. I needed to think clearly because there were things that needed my careful attention. I couldn’t get lost in lust, when practical matters like my mom’s health and paying for her medical bills were my priorities.

Kiera:TBD.

Forrest:You’re the best doctor I’ve ever had.

Charm was a scalpel that sliced away my barrier. I knew what he meant, but that comment also brought on questions I couldn’t avoid. How many woman doctors did he have? Before I could stop myself, my fingers punched at the letters on the keypad.

Kiera:Liar.