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

　　I jumped out of my bed when the door opened. Slightly ajar, a silhouette walked in from the hallway.


　　"E-excuse me? You're in the wrong room sir—"


　　"I know where I am, Scarlett." The voice answered back.


　　I looked down at myself. My face was glowing red for sure.


　　The man could see the outline of my hand under the sheet, my legs spread wide and it was almost too certain what I was about to do. Tension in the air was thick, so thick I could tear it with a chainsaw.


　　"S-Sir, please leave I— wait..." My eyes narrowed to outline the figure of the silhouette. The voice, when I thought of it, was familiar enough.


　　"Having fun all by yourself?" My eyes widened when the voice spoke.


　　There was no mistake. The mischief and desire were signature to one and only ONE person I knew.


　　Popping out from the covers, I yelled frantically,


CHAPTER 21: In All His Glory