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 with that attitude of his? Dylan never skips breakfast for the excuse of flirting with hot and classy waitresses. I knew he was awake, but wouldn't answer me through the door.


　　He was growing weirder and weirder as the days passed. Or was it the effect of the bet?


　　A few moments passed. I hadn't expected to have a table mate keep me company. But there he was, slumped onto the seat across mine on the table as he sighed. There was mischief in his eyes. His smile, even devious than that.


　　"What are you smirking about? Won the bet?" I asked, sipping on Irish coffee. That's right - for breakfast.


　　"Didn't win yet, but too goddamn close." He said, intentionally rubbing it in my face. I rolled my eyes and sipped carefully, not to get high quickly. We had plans and places to be. I wouldn't want to get in trouble and piss off our amazing tour guide~


CHAPTER 13: Risky Ryder