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

　　He tasted different; his masculine cologne smelled different, and he was so...different.


　　Ryder's kiss, at that moment, felt like I was bathed in gold and roses and was being prepared to be transported to heaven in a golden, gem-studded carriage.


　　Clearly, he was taking me to the Heaven of Sins with his kiss.


　　I was frozen in my place. I didn't know if I should have reacted to his kiss or not.


　　I could feel his lips moving over mine, but my body had shut itself off, not responding to anything. My body even refused to breathe, a basic function to keep me alive.


　　The kiss felt awkward on his part. He was left wondering why I wasn't responding, or at least pushing him away. There was no response at all, which was confusing for Ryder.


　　He parted from the kiss, hesitantly.


　　Before I could react to the situation as a whole, I felt two other arms pull me into a safe, possessive hug from behind.


CHAPTER 24: Crossed Boundaries