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

　　It was Ryder's automatic, soft-natured alarm that stirred me awake in the morning the next day. I rubbed my eyes and looked by my side.


　　My arm was dead under the weight of her head. But was I going to complain about it? Never. I'd rather die.


　　Ryder woke up after a while and he chose to do the same as I was. Turn over and admire her little snoring figure.


　　"Do you really think she's 35?" I asked Ryder, who was playing with the hem of her dress over her neck.


　　"I'd have to look at her ID." He whispered in a groggy voice, in an effort to not wake her up. I almost didn't get his response, damn his deep voice accentuated by the grogginess.


　　Enticed by her beauty, I started tracing my finger across her jawline too. My fingers barely hovered over her skin. So delicate, so porcelain. She does maintain herself well, doesn't she? The glow in her face always looked ethereal to me.


CHAPTER 61: Stay, Forever