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

　　Every decision ever made had a repercussion.


　　My actions and my decisions have led me to do something I sought to never do. So...was I a hypocrite?


　　The moment I woke up next to the man I promised myself not to be involved with, I knew I had made a mistake. I went back on my own words.


　　As amazing as it was last night, all night long with this stranger, it was totally wrong. It felt so wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones.


　　I fought the tears from shedding; I was so frustrated beyond my limits.


　　How could I be attracted to both the brothers!? It felt so wrong, as though I was committing a heinous crime.


　　Dylan could have fucked me for hours the whole night, but in my mind, the pictures and memory flashes of Ryder kept coming by.


　　While Dylan was on my mind, Ryder kept knocking and pulling the strings of my heart.


CHAPTER 22: Torn