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 were dancing between the two of them. They laid their hearts bare in front of me. Their words and actions were nothing short of sincere.


　　I've been observing them since the start, even before I discovered their intentions with me.


　　I've always been told that women should adjust to their men's needs. That was what I did with Raphael too. I never hesitated to adjust to Raphael's needs, no matter how small or how big.


　　But with Ryder and Dylan, I felt much safer with my true self.


　　I realized that was because they were adjusting FOR ME.


　　That day in the van, while it looked like I was being squeezed between two big men as we traveled to the hot springs, I felt nothing of that sort. True that I was troubled by the proximity, but Dylan's hand was behind me which protected my back from being dug into the railing.


CHAPTER 54: Trust and Truth