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

　　"Shush...you're here with us now. Calm down, please." Ryder nuzzled into my neck, placing kisses everywhere he wanted.


　　I felt his arm wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer, angling my body towards him at the right angle. I looked into his eyes and he gazed into mine. We both knew we wanted to have this.


　　For me, it was a distraction. For him, it was his way of showing that he cared and would do anything to ease my mind. Ryder is such a kind soul.


　　"I love you, Scarlett." He voiced. The melody in his voice faded all tunes away from my surroundings. Embarrassingly, I had let go of the realization that Dylan was here too, watching. He was concerned and maybe a tad bit jealous, too.


　　"I...love you too," I said softly. Ryder smiled back, parting from the warm kiss.


　　I didn't know if he was a magician or some sort. He had mesmerized me so well that he slashed my worries to a fraction!


　　"I'm...okay. I'm better now, thank you."


CHAPTER 39: My Tumultuous Past