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 don't remember what happened to me in particular after our endeavors. I was too tired to comprehend, too tired to stay awake after being pleasured to climax five times in a row.


　　A double attack is always lethal - yet I took the challenge last night. Ryder and Dylan were the worst (best) choice for a three-way tango for sure.


　　The moment I stirred myself awake, I was greeted with a gentle finger glide across my cheek. It was Dylan.


　　"Good morning, Scarlett." He greeted.


　　"Hmm...Good morning..." I greeted groggily, turning my head to kiss him. The purest chuckle escaped his lips, which was contiguous.


　　However, I quickly realized we had company, the other man of my wet dreams.


　　His arm was wrapped around my waist protectively. Ryder was on his side the whole time, elbow pressing onto the pillow as his hand kept his head up.


CHAPTER 35: Aftercare and a Confession