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

　　"What's taking you so long, dimwit!?"


　　The impatient voice of Dylan's brother cut our tension loose. That was the moment when I widened my eyes and tried to escape to the door with my belongings!


　　I panicked even harder when Dylan, who was closer to the door from the bed, shuffled out of the covers and sprinted behind me!


　　"Come down for breakfast! When were you ever late for breakfast, man?" Ryder's voice was crystal clear. Because I was pinned to the door by Dylan.


　　My chest was rising and falling with anticipation.


　　How do I get out of this situation?


　　I didn't mind if Ryder saw me with his brother once again. Heck, I just wanted to get out of this awkward mess!


　　"Ah—" I could only let out half of a yelp when Dylan pinned my body to the door and shut my mouth with his lips!


　　Suddenly, my body shrivelled, especially around my neck as Dylan dove down to whisper.


　　"Isn't it thrilling...? Exciting...?" He dragged the words out.


CHAPTER 12: Daring Dylan