Free Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenna Stewart

she have asked to participate in the book? She’d come very close to asking Henry Matthews, a psych professor. But she couldn’t get Beau off her mind. Henry was good looking and a nice guy, but he wouldn’t have come close to this, this magical experience.
    Beau was no kid, no ordinary college student, and, thankfully, no longer a military man. She would have had a serious conflict with her conscience had he still been in the service, an institution with which she disagreed. That he had come into her life right when she needed someone seemed almost like an omen. The book would be successful. Her body would be satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. Tenure was in the bag.
    “Can I move you to the side for a minute? I need to take care of this rubber or we’ll have an accident.”
    “Sorry,” she said. “I should have thought.”
    Yes, you should have thought. You need to keep this impersonal, academic. The book! The book, the book . It’s all that matters.
    She moved off his chest and stretched out on her side to watch him get up. Every part of his body was muscled—his legs and thighs, hips and shoulders. The man looked like a real, live comic book hero, even from the back. He dropped the latex bag into the trash can near the bed and pulled back the bedspread and sheet.
    “Come on,” he said. “With the air conditioning on, you’ll get too cold.”
    Since ending their activity, Leah had noticed the cool air blowing across her skin. She lifted herself on one arm and pushed the bed linens under her until she could manage to get her feet in. That was when Beau climbed in and pulled the covers over them. Immediately, he put his arm under her neck and pulled her to him. His body put out heat like a furnace. She warmed immediately but couldn’t move because he had his arm around her.
    In seconds, his deep breaths told her he was asleep. Leah had more important things to do than sleep. Besides the exhilaration of fantastic sex, Leah had the opening of her book. Before she’d even slept with the second man, Beau already showed signs of jealousy. The strength with which he held her now indicated a proprietary feeling. When she did take another man to bed, she had no doubts that sparks would fly. The tale would be thrilling and a bestseller as big as the Kinsey Reports .
    Tenure, here I come!
     
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    Steve closed the front door and tossed his keys in the brass bowl near the door where he and Beau kept things they wanted to pick up quickly on their way out. He was beat after three hours in the chemistry lab, a fast sandwich, and another three hours studying at the library. Alone. He’d tried hard all night not to think about Beau and Leah or what they were doing. He’d failed a number of times. Now he was worn out from his roller-coaster emotions and would most likely have to put up with even more—the noise of their sex—because Leah was still there. He’d parked beside her Datsun 240Z in the driveway.
    He walked into the kitchen and immediately sensed the acrid odor of burned tomato sauce. There was no evidence of the crime, but Steve knew it anyway. He’d grown up with that sauce, and his mother at one time or another had committed every atrocity a woman could make against the lowly tomato. Not that he’d let Beau know that.
    He searched for leftovers of dinner but found nothing. “So much for a nosh,” he muttered and then decided he’d just go to bed. Midnight was hardly late, but staying awake would only evoke more visions of the mighty amount of sex that had taken place in the house that night.
    Turning out the lights that Beau had left on for him, he walked down the hall to his room. As he passed Beau’s room, he heard low voices and a soft moan. Jesus! He’d go crazy if they started in and he had to listen to bedsprings all night.
    He went into the bathroom and made as much noise as he could, letting the lovers know they weren’t alone any longer.
    When he finished, he opened the door at the