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

　　My eyes widened. My body jolted at the feeling of Dylan pulling himself out of me. But my gaze couldn't help but latch onto the beautiful, flowing screen of lights against the roof.


　　It must be because of my sex high. Or it was because I was fascinated with the Northern Lights which always had a way to warm me up.


　　"They look amazing..." Ryder joined me on the bed, settling next to me, naked and cold.


　　"I don't even want the night to end..." Dylan joined to my left, filling me with warmth. I was too lost to even realize we were freezing to death. Now that the source of heat was gone, our rigorous activity which had come to an end, we were feeling the ice drill spikes beneath our skin.


　　"Phew...too cold." I shuddered and sat up. My pants and undergarments were close to the leg of the bed. I quickly dressed myself up and turned to Dylan.


CHAPTER 65: Northern Lights