A Truth of Commitment

Cobblestone Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,000
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Tyra Robbins is found lying in a pool of her own blood by ex-Green Beret Kurt Amerson. He summons help, accompanies her to the hospital, holds her hand in the emergency room, and remains at her side until her family arrives. He visits with flowers in hand, and once she has recovered from her injuries, gives her a job in his graphic design company.

But what's a woman to do when the man of her dreams doesn't seem interested in dating her and giving up on this happening isn't an option?

A Truth of Commitment
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A Truth of Commitment

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Word Count: 5,000
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“Would you do me the honor one last time?” Kurt stood up and extended his hand toward her. As always, he presented a very tall picture of lean masculinity in his custom-cut dark blue suit with sky blue tie. The ruffled appearance of his light brown hair suited his pale skin tone perfectly, but it was the tenderness displayed in his handsome, angular face and dark blue eyes that melted her heart.

She couldn’t help smiling as she rose in four-inch heels. The light dusting of makeup enhancing her features and the elegant updo hairstyle went well with the light-blue evening gown that accentuated her ample breasts, slim waistline, and voluptuous hips. She was very happy with the gown, because Kurt had told her three times that she looked beautiful in it. And the way his gaze seemed continually drawn to her made her believe it.

Kurt clasped her hand into his and placed his other at the small of her back to lead them along with the rhythm of the music. Grinning down at her, he said, “I’m so glad you came with me tonight. I’ve had the most wonderful time so far.”

“Me too.” She stared deeply into his eyes, wishing he would say that he wanted to spend the night with her. Trying to instigate this, she added, “I don’t want this night to ever end.”

“It doesn’t have to. At least not yet.”

“What are you proposing?”

“I’d like to take you some place a little more intimate.”

Happiness filled her heart to near bursting. “I like the sound of that.”

“Do you really?” Uncertainty flitted across his face.

“Yes, I do.” In a moment of recklessness, she leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “The only intimacy I’ve shared lately is with my vibrator. And it can’t kiss me back, although I really like kissing it for some inexplicable reason. I named it Kurt, by the way.”

Shock marred Kurt’s face, and he missed a step. He quickly regained his composure, and his eyes brimmed with naughtiness. “I’m extremely flattered.”

She touched her crimson top lip with the tip of her tongue. “You should be. I always think of you during my dalliances…so the name seemed fitting.”

All the indecision disappeared from his face. “You’re going to get into trouble if you keep talking like that.”

“Trouble is my middle name.”

“I bet it really is.” Kurt twirled Tyra before dipping her. He leaned down to put his nose against hers. “Do you know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, you are.”

And just like that, desperate arousal surged up into Tyra to obliterate all the doubts she harbored about his attraction to her. She got hot all over. Never had she yearned for him to kiss her more than she did right then.

But Kurt didn’t kiss her. He pulled her back up to resume dancing with her. “And you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Brown’s my favorite color, by the way.”

“I didn’t know that,” Tyra admitted, and then thought of her mocha skin tone and how she’d desperately wanted it to be lighter ever since seeing Kurt with the blondes.

“You know, it may have been presumptuous of me, but when I asked you to come with me tonight and you said yes, I took the liberty of renting us a balcony suite.”

Tyra’s breath whooshed out as a hushed whisper. “You did?” And then she was breathless, staring in disbelief as her heart fluttered.

“Yes, I did. Because where’s the fun in going home to our lonely apartments tonight like responsible adults when we can take the walk of shame tomorrow morning, together, like naughty teenagers? Of course, there won’t be any shame on my end. I’ll be cheesing like I just won the lottery.”

“Me too.” Tyra thrilled at the rush of excitement setting her imagination on fire.

Kurt leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and met him halfway, loving how his soft lips moved so slowly and sensually over hers. His warm tongue gingerly coaxed hers into playing.

Potent arousal washed over her in strengthening waves. Her skin prickled with desire. Her clitoris tingled in anticipation. A hungry wetness pervaded her cunt.

Breaking their kiss, Kurt offered her his arm before leading her off of the dance floor toward the elevators located inside the hotel’s lobby.

Once inside the suite, Kurt didn’t switch on any lights. He simply led Tyra into the bedroom and then outside to the balcony. Moonlight cascaded from a cloudless sky. The lights of metropolitan Atlanta dotted the cityscape for as far as the eye could see.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you in the moonlight for quite some time now.” He tenderly stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers before inclining his head toward hers.

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