A Kiss to the Rescue by Erin St. Charles

His name is Richard Alvin Brantley, III.
But I call him Rich A**hole.

Because when you’re an emergency operator and you meet someone right after they manage to crash their car in a tree, a**hole is a reasonable assumption to make about them.
Convinced I saved his life, RA III is on a mission to do something nice for me. I told him it wasn’t necessary. For weeks, I told him.
One day he showed up at my job, and our chemistry was off the charts. Then I found out he had a sex tape. And then I looked at that sex tape, and…
Let me put it this way. Big dicks don’t exactly grow on trees.