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

　　"...Fuck you, Raphael. See what I'd do to you in court."


　　Our rough conversation ended with me threatening him. I didn't care if he had more leverage in terms of money. If anything, he was the beggar, looking for widened pussy holes to make himself feel at home.


　　A shudder of pure torment and anger riled up my body. I looked into the big mirror, the reflection of a fuming dragon stared back at me.


　　My face, consumed with rage, looked so much older than I was supposed to look for my age. Does anger and stress really contour the facial features? Changing it into something ugly over time?


　　"Ugh. Fuck this." Grunting, I walked into the bathroom to clean myself up. The stickiness was off of me, and so was his scent and all other things. I emerged out of the bathtub only after feeling like I was reborn.


CHAPTER 23: New Connection