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

　　"Oh...oh..." I was breathing ruggedly, trying not to quiver as Dylan was pulling out of me gently. My swollen, sensitive walls post-orgasm were making it difficult for him to pull out too.


　　"I wish I could bury myself in you all the time," Dylan said, grunting in pleasure and trying to get myself down from the high. Suddenly, he slouched over me and kissed my shoulder,


　　"You're amazing." He complimented. I blushed.


　　"You're such a good girl~" Ryder's deep voice as he swept his thumb across my lips made my cheeks blush even harder.


　　I freshened myself up after our hot ordeal. I threw on Dylan's tee and borrowed Ryder's shorts to keep me from the cold. Dylan's tee smelled amazing.


　　"I have something for you," Ryder announced and walked around the couch as I grew curious. He reached for the refrigerator and pulled out a lilac cake.


CHAPTER 56: Your Cake, My Cake