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

　　The boys have gotten more playful around me after the third round of...our threesome.


　　It simply meant that they were comfortable enough to hang out with me around. If I were given a chance for honest words, I'd confess that having these two big golden retrievers in my room, just throwing stuff at each other like little kids... distracted me from my problems. Temporarily.


　　"Ah. I'm so tired." Dylan plopped down on the bed, taking a side.


　　"You're so weak, Dylan." Ryder was panting himself and plopped onto the other side. They got comfortable under the sheets.


　　I was on the couch, booking a few things for our tour before I missed it against the rush. Christmas was going to be a blast for the year, and I didn't want to miss out on reservations.


　　The room faded into a darker shade. That's when I noticed that it was around sunset. Not typically a sunset, because it was just 5 in the evening.


CHAPTER 40: Cat on the Fence