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've seen at least ten people cross by in ten minutes wearing elaborate, festive accurate Christmas costumes. Each time, I was reminded of my little pumpkin jumping around clad in either Santa's jumpy clothes or the Grinch. I wished Aria would be as gleaming and cheerful for the rest of her life~


　　Either way, she was the only one to make old and grumpy uncles look adorable. I sighed dreamily. I was midway through writing my boring tour reports. My words were stuck, and I couldn't work it out any way I could. I needed to get done with the reports so I could get back to the hotel and sleep peacefully.


　　If peaceful sleep would even knock at my door after what happened to me. What I've discovered.


　　"This is so boring..." I slumped down the bench. I didn't want to be carried away by these stirring emotions but I couldn't help it!


　　This was my Christmas Eve gift from them that I've taken at my discretion.


CHAPTER 48: Merry Christmas Eve