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

　　Had I known that the resolve for my rut had been in the room since before, I would have resolved it long back.


　　I was waiting for the messages to escalate. I was in the mood for some action. The previous night with Dylan was magical, but there was always something so comforting and fulfilling when it's me, myself and I.


　　Slowly, I pulled the pants off and posed for another picture. I was blushing through the whole ordeal. I've never done this before, but I've read books and watched movies, so I wasn't totally under the rock.


　　"That should do it...damn..." I couldn't help but ogle at my own picture.


　　Aside from the little tummy motherhood had gifted me, I had a great waist-to-hip ratio. My skin flattened by the mattress accentuated the ratio even more. My pink panties with a little bow on top, by the waistband, were suggestive and submissive. Just how a man would like me to be, just how I like myself to be.


CHAPTER 26: Stirred