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

　　"I'd feel bad if you don't take it."


　　"...You can't blackmail me like that~"


　　I rolled my eyes at his childishness. After our hot reunion, Dylan suddenly drove to a fast food pick-up point and ordered a takeaway.


　　"At least get yourself something too." I insisted, feeling bad about how he bought food only for me and Aria.


　　"I'm on a diet for the upcoming concert and world tour." He said.


　　"I wanna pay you back..." I said softly, but I didn't think he could have heard it.


　　"You can pay me back..." Suddenly, he leaned over me as I backed up against his car door, "...with a kiss."


　　Blushing, I got on my tippy toes and kissed him deeply.


　　Dylan drove me back home, too. Bless his soul because I didn't tell him about my exhaustion, yet he still figured out I couldn't drive myself back home in the state he put me in.


CHAPTER 79: Infuriated Serena