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

　　Anyone could tell I was just an intermediate skier. Compared to me, Ryder was an amazing sportsman. I swear he could play any sport with grace, just like how I could sing and even dance any tune with grace and royalty.


　　I was feeling pretty good about myself. The day was all about spending time in the snow and playing like little kids. I gave it a thought - did Scarlett book this resort for us so we could all regress back into childhood? Maybe she wanted us to have unconditional fun where mistakes, no matter how big or small, were acceptable in this 'playground'.


　　"I wish I could ski with Scarlett~" I fantasized. Ryder split from me after the first slope. It was fun, and Ryder was going at an unimaginable speed. I could compete with him, but I didn't want to get over myself and exhaust myself before attending practice today.


　　"Phew, ha..." I removed my goggles at a secluded site. I didn't want many people to recognize me.


CHAPTER 32: Outshined