"Complexity" is set in the same world as “Intensity” but is a standalone story.
Complexity blurb:
An asthmatic unwilling to relax enough to enjoy life, two men hell-bent on putting their stamp on her, an embezzler who wants to keep what he has stolen, and the ghost of a murdered girl. Will an endless night of passion with Finn and Simeon be pure pleasure, or only make Tia’s life more complex and messy than it already is?
Tia agrees to a night of unbelievably hot sex with Finn and Simeon, and is beginning to think she may have a future with them. Especially when the ghost makes her realize that her asthma is not nearly as bad as it used to be.
But the two men are so protective they don’t want her to help the ghost. And Tia never breaks her promises. Will frequent acrobatic sex be a solution or just add to the complexity?
"Complexity": PG Excerpt
“How do you reckon Tia has done her hair today? Up on her head in a twist? All plaited up into a French braid? I like it best when she has it loose, hanging all the way down her back, almost to that delicious ass of hers.”
“So we’re going from our apartment on the seventeenth floor to our office on the twelfth floor via the concourse again today, are we?” Phineas Templeton III grinned at his partner, Simeon.
Simeon wasn’t the only one who wanted to see more of Tia, the totally delicious concourse receptionist. They had enticed her into their bed three times in the past two months, and that was not nearly enough for either of them. Convincing her to get hot and naked with them more often was proving difficult, though. The lady had a mind of her own, and she was astoundingly difficult to pin down considering she was seated on the concourse, at the reception desk, in the same building they lived and worked in, for eight hours every day.
“We haven’t asked her out yet this week. Let’s try our luck,” urged Simeon.
“Okay. How about suggesting the rooftop restaurant here, then, so we can take her there straight after work for an early meal?”
“I like the way you’re thinking. Main course in the restaurant and Tia for dessert in our apartment. You don’t think she’ll feel that’s not really going out to dinner? Like we’re just using her or something?”
“Hell! I hadn’t thought of that. But we’ve wined her and dined her and danced her feet off, and she still slips out of our hands. Getting her into our arms is harder than herding cats!”
“Cats. Pussy. Tia. Now I’ve got the hard-on from hell. I’m betting her hair is in a plait or braid.”
“Nah. I reckon it’ll be up in a twist thing on her head.”
The elevator door pinged, and the men stepped off on the concourse level of the building. Tia was talking on the phone, and Garry, the senior day security guard, was chatting to a group of office workers standing near the fountain in the center of the concourse.
Finn and Simeon nodded at him before walking across toward Tia’s desk. Tia looked up at them and smiled, her whole face lighting up in pleasure when she saw them approaching.
“Shit, she’s hot. My cock’s going to burst,” whispered Simeon.
“Get your mind out of your pants. We need to woo her, not scare her away. And we’re both wrong. Her hair’s in a ponytail.”
“Hey, Tia. Happy Wednesday,” said Simeon resting his arms on the top of the reception counter to get as close as possible to Tia, and also to hide his erection, which was making his suit pants way too tight. “I like that blue outfit on you. It really brings out the color of your eyes.”
“Hi, Simeon. Hi, Finn. What can I help you with this morning?” Tia’s reply was not cold but not nearly as welcoming as her smile had been.
Shit, we’ve blown it already. She must’ve seen my erection.
“We were hoping you would be free after work this evening. We’d like to take you up to the restaurant for an early dinner.” Phineas stepped smoothly into the gap when Simeon didn’t speak.
Tia stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
Ah shit! Bad body language. Rejection alert.
“And?”
“And only what you want. You can call the tune. But please, at least spend some time with us over a meal.” Shit! Shit! Shit! Now I sound desperate, but we both want her so much. She’s everything we could imagine and hope for in a playmate and more. So much more.
“Okay. I’ll come to dinner with you. But no candles, no scent, and no grilling food at the table.”
“Yes!” Simeon pumped his fist in the air.
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Berengaria Brown
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