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

　　I was throwing some clothes on, warm and comfy for the Christmas village in the evening. Everything was set up. All bookings confirmed. I was excited about this adventure, to say the least.


　　Christmas always filled me with happiness that nothing else could. There was always something so magical in the air. My bets are on the cinnamons and spices that are baked to perfection.


　　I was humming a tune, facing the vanity in my room and grooming myself up. The room was significantly warmer than it was for the other two days. The heater was in the usual setting. A smile formed on my lips when I realized the warmth must've been because of our activities~


　　I heard a ping on my phone. Turning to look at the notification, I giggled to myself. My secret admirer was sending messages again.


　　[Kale.: Do you always look that beautiful?]


　　[Kale.: Or have you done any black magic to look that incredible for every second of your life?]


CHAPTER 42: Unease