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

　　[Scarl.Ettique: Ryder...imagine if I was there in the bed with you right now...what would you have done with me...?]


　　That was an extremely risky text. I wondered how he would respond.


　　[R.Kade: I would hold your waist tightly and kiss you, pin you to my bed, and swallow your delicious moans Scarlett]


　　My eyes went wide. That was exactly what I was looking for.


　　I shouldn't have been so obvious. But I couldn't help it. After a few seconds, when I didn't receive a response, my mood flattened. I was pouting at the texts. Did he fall asleep already?


　　The night was still young, doesn't mean he would prefer falling asleep in the comfort of his home after a long flight journey.


　　However, my phone pinged as the light in the room seemed pale in comparison to the brightness of my phone.


　　He had sent a picture. Not just as a one time view picture, but a normal one. My eyes were feasting on it.


CHAPTER 74: Rising Wave of Desires