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

　　Why was I saddened to believe Christmas ended so...tragically? The only best part about the day was talking to Aria. I was torn and disappointed. I yearned to be with my daughter.


　　Just then, I jolted at the knock on my door.


　　I looked at the time on the phone. Who needed me so late in the night? It was almost midnight. Almost.


　　"Huh?" The moment I opened the door, a small card greeted me. There was no one in the corridor to my left or to my right. Curiosity got the best of me.


　　This is for you to join on this adventure, the spectacle for the night! Oh ho ho!]


　　It was written in cursive, neat handwriting. I smiled at the invitation card.


　　I...didn't have the heart to turn it down. Before that, I was apprehensive about the anonymity. Who was this? The hotel staff? Did they want to celebrate with their customers? I checked the hallway for more of such cards, but it was just me.


CHAPTER 51: A Gentle Surprise