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

　　Inside the bathroom, I felt their gazes hover over me. Subtle, hot, and demeaning - in a good way. I could almost tell what was going on in their minds. They were stripping me naked with their eyes.


　　"Aw, man...I've got it under my shirt too." I exclaimed gently.


　　"Oh, I'll help you out—" Dylan tried to rush in a 'help me out' by sticking his hand under the tee.


　　"No thank you. I'll go take a shower." I quickly stopped him. Dylan, disappointed, headed back to the counter where he was laughed at by his brother.


　　"Desperate much?" Ryder asked in a low voice, thinking I wouldn't be able to hear them.


　　However, the two deserved a little show from me. Nonchalantly, I turned sideways and started stripping out of my borrowed clothes.


　　Ryder's shorts pooled at my ankles. I let out a soft, subtle moan as I felt sore down there when I bent down to pick it up. Then, the tee was pulled over my head as I let out another suggestive sigh.


CHAPTER 57: Creamy love