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

　　Today was the last day at the hotel. We still had a few plans on the tour left, just happening to change locations for the trip.


　　The three days and nights spent here were more than amazing. I've made new bonds, new relationships, and...a new me.


　　I stopped packing my bags just to look at the two bunnies jumping in my room.


　　"Do you intend not to play with my scrunchies?" I asked the boys.


　　"They're so fun, Scarlett!" Dylan said and shot one across the room, square into Ryder's face!


　　"I have my weapon too— hey! I'm playing—" I cut Ryder's complaints short, snatching the scrunchie from his hand.


　　"You both can play in the snow and in the igloos. Let's go before you make me late again!" I exclaimed. "But...I have something to talk with you two." I said, gulping heavily. Sensing the air thicken, Dylan and Ryder sat in front of me by the edge of the bed. They looked like little kids, looking up at me like that.


CHAPTER 64: Cherish What's Left