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

　　"Um...I'm starting to feel dizzy. I'm going to go back." Scarlett announced after just a while. I looked at Dylan who was faking his concern for her. His eyes were trailing around her.


　　Scarlett squeezed the towel as water crumpled out of it. She shuddered at the cold towel's contact on her shoulder. Using it as a screen, she emerged from the hot spring and swiftly clad herself in the thin fabric. Smiling at me, Dylan, and the others, Scarlett took her leave.


　　"What a beauty..." Dylan muttered after she left, dreamily.


　　I was trying to converge my emotions, to express my annoyance and irritation better. Dylan had no business playing foul with me, intentionally splitting us up while I was so close to winning.


　　Why was he so afraid of losing the bet? Did he hold his royalties and revenues so close that he turned to play foul?


　　My arms were crossed against my chest. I was pissed. Breathing out heavily, I finally turned to Dylan.


CHAPTER 19: Our Bet Amended