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 day was sad and gloomy. It was the last day of our trip.


　　"Oh, I'm going to miss you, Mrs Scarlett!" Candice was on the phone, crying to me loudly.


　　"We still have two hours until we reach the airport, Candice. And we are going back to the city on the same plane!" I exclaimed. Dylan and Ryder laughed at me in the background.


　　"But still! I will miss you!" Candice said. Suddenly, the call was cut abruptly right after I heard Teressa snatching the phone away and saying something along the lines of, 'Stop being so drunk and dramatic!'


　　"Candice and you seem to have clicked as friends. That's good to see." Ryder said, packing his bags.


　　"She relies on me for everything. I do like her as a friend. If she wants to keep in touch with me, I'll allow it." I said.


　　"And...would you want to keep in touch with us after tomorrow too?" Dylan asked, his voice bright and hopeful. I let out a heavy breath.


CHAPTER 70: End of Tour