Tessa Fox

How often was it that two madly successful brothers wanted to sleep with a nobody like me? They worshipped my mom-bod when my own husband couldn't. 
They fought with each other to make me theirs. And all of this unleashed passion that no couple nor even a pornstar could reach - over a Christmas getaway. 
Sometimes, working as a tour guide comes with its own 'troubles', I guess! 

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My body was on fire. The young blood, who claimed to be a singer of some sort, had his hand on the small of my back. 
Sex with Raphael was anything but exciting. No foreplay, no kissing and no cuddling after boring sex.
But with this young, charming man named DYLAN, I felt excitement even before I guided him to my room. I quickly realized he was right next door - Dylan was my tour neighbor. 
Dylan looked at someone and winked at them before closing the door. That was weird. But I was too dazed to realize it. 
Dylan turned back to me, his piercing eyes gazing down at me. My body was tingling.
One look and I could see the man's toned body under his soft, spandex white tee. I bit my lip, accidentally directing the hormonal male's attention to my plump, pink lips. 
"Are those rose petals...?" Dylan asked, biting his own lip. The sound that he made immediately after made my thighs clench. It sounded like the sexiest groan of a frustrated man!
What was that?

Christmas Secrets and the Brothers' Bet

　　The morning air was crisp and chill. The blankets around my body kept me warm and fuzzy against the harsh winter air. The room's heater was set ridiculously low. I didn't remember setting it to 60°F.


　　"What...." I was confused as hell.


　　Has the layout of my hotel room changed overnight? Why am I seeing a new piece of art hanging on the wall in front of me?


　　And are those hats? When did I pack cowboy hats in my suitcase? Why is everything in this room so weird!?


　　"Oh God..." I was squirming around, trying to avoid the harsh sunlight that was glaring at my face to burn. Don't I always keep the windows closed? What's going on!? There is some sort of resistance on my waist. Like a rolled-up blanket or something. But it was…meaty and warm.


　　As my confusion started to fade, the reality started sinking in.


　　"Oh God. No..." I prayed silently, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.


CHAPTER 11: Accidentally in the same bed