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 blanket was of no use. The clouds were clearly a distraction from what he wanted to do with her, barely covering the scene from the eyes of their audience. In this case, it was just me - their unholy audience.


　　My jaws were grinding into each other. The silly smirk on my brother's face was pissing me off. Can't he see that she's uncomfortable and trying to pry away from him? If I were in that position, I would have let her walk away and try again, keeping my distance. Just like I did last time.


　　The realization hit me like a train. It ran me over with mixed feelings, mostly indifference towards my own brother.


　　He knew I was about to get lucky with Scarlett. It was a deliberate attempt to make me lose the bet, isn't it Ryder?


　　You disrupted my motive to win over you, not once but twice. It's foul, brother.


CHAPTER 18: Favour Returned