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

　　"Hmm..." I stirred awake with the magnificent sound of nature. Only for me to realize it was Ryder's speaker recreating the sounds of the rainforest.


　　"Hmm...what a way to wake up. I thought I was in a forest somewhere in Africa." I said my dialogue first thing as I woke up.


　　Looking around myself, I noticed how I was tucked into the duvet like a baby. I chuckled at their efforts. They were planning to turn me into a cocoon for sure. So adorable~


　　Emerging out of my cocoon like a reborn caterpillar, I walked into the small kitchen space of Ryder's presidential suite and kissed their cheeks.


　　"Two hot men making breakfast. What a pleasant morning~" I said.


　　"Uh-huh. Who said the pancakes are for you?" Dylan replied, my eyes widened in embarrassment.


　　At once, he pointed the spatula at me and threw his head back laughing!


CHAPTER 59: Our Christmas Date