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 birds were chirping too loud. And why was my room so bright? That's when I realized I wasn't in 'my' room.


　　I stretched, my body aching all over. Apart from the gym session yesterday, the intense workout with Scarlett tested my stamina. And I'm pretty positive Scarlett would like to think of me as a horse. I kept her up all night with my strokes~


　　Before I could greet the woman by my side on a beautiful, tiresome morning, I realized the woman was missing.


　　"Scarlett?" I voiced. Standing up, I tied the blanket around my waist and looked for her in the bathroom. She wasn't there. Could she have gone to get herself some breakfast?


　　To enquire, I searched for my pants which had my phone. I was about to click on her contact to dial her. But the personal messages were sent to me and Dylan, asking us to catch the next transport to take us to the destination.


　　Instead of calling Scarlett's number, I dialed Dylan's.


CHAPTER 29: A Surprising Agreement