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 next morning, I woke up cuddled between the two men...on the floor. It seemed to me that I had passed out after the third round with them at two in the morning. Of course, I couldn't have tolerated that much love from both of them!


　　I groaned, twisted, and turned only to realize their arms had entrapped me in my position.


　　And it seemed to me that both boys had passed out of exhaustion as well.


　　I felt my body, my system restarting after a long while.


　　The phone was right next to me, somehow. I realized it was Ryder's and checked the time on the phone. It was almost 7 am.


　　"Hmm...let me sleep," Dylan mumbled, tightening his arm around my waist.


　　"D-Dylan. We have to wake up." I tapped his shoulder only to get no response.


　　My hands had a mind of their own. They tucked both their heads closer to my chest as their arms involuntarily tightened even more around my waist from both sides. I was truly entrapped.


CHAPTER 97: Aroused But…