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

　　I was slipping into a deep slumber. I knew it was around dinner time. The services will be here any time and I was still half naked inside the igloo.


　　We played too carelessly in the snow, I was too close to exhaustion. Imagine Dylan, who doesn't have the kind of stamina I have. He was snoring his life away as I chuckled beside him, on the bed.


　　But where was Scarlett? She was supposed to be in the middle, napping with us until our food arrived.


　　I lift my head up to find her in the igloo. She wasn't on the small couch by the corner either.


　　Out of the blue, I heard soft moans, almost muted coming from the other corner of the igloo room.


　　My eyes widened. Was she indulging herself with something without our assistance?


　　It was Scarlett, sitting by the igloo and back turned towards me. I was curious. She was holding the phone or the camera so close to her face, that it lit her face up with the brightness.


CHAPTER 68: Jealousy Flared