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

　　It's been a long day. Museum visits have been my least favorite of all activities. They drain me out of energy, and I feel so disconnected from the world after. I'm sure I wasn't the only human to feel that way.


　　But this time, I was drained running all the gears in my head about Dylan and Ryder.


　　It was around evening when I parted from the tourist group after our late lunch. I ate as though I was having a tea break. Light snacks sufficed me. I had no appetite, which was a rare occurrence.


　　It was my time to disconnect from the world for real, intentionally. Locking myself up in my room, I plopped onto the bed and let out a devil-summoning sigh. I was beyond tired.


　　And mostly, I wanted to think as little as possible about my warning to the brothers and about my mistakes. It was draining me and I was afraid my performance with my tourist team would decline because of it. And as an obvious result, I'd ruin my chances at the promotion.


CHAPTER 25: Lost Resistance