Romantic Renovations

The night before Les’ parents were scheduled to show up, we were both dirty and tired after a particularly tough day on the project. Two crew members screwed up some of the finish work, which was time-consuming and costly to replace. One of the filming crew ignored the safety rules and fell off a ladder, spraining his ankle.

We planned to go out to dinner together, but fuck if that was going to happen. I ended up leaving early to pick up a six-pack and ordered a pizza on my way back, intending to just hang out at the job site after the crews left.

Les met me at the door. He was clearly about to head home.

“I thought you’d left, not that I could blame you after a day like this one.” he chuckled.

“No, I went to get us beer and ordered a pizza. I thought we could just hang out and overcome the shit day together.”

Les dropped his tool belt onto the porch and pulled me into an embrace.

“You know how to treat a guy,” he said and kissed me deep and hard.

I purred in his embrace.

We were about to take it further when the pizza guy showed up.

I paid and as the guy left, we collapsed on the porch, not unlike the first night we met and ate.

I leaned into Les and just enjoyed letting his solid ruggedly handsome frame support me.

We chatted about the day and what Emmitt’s plans were for holding the filming crew accountable so we could avoid future injuries. When Les fell silent, I turned toward him curious why he’d gotten quiet. He was staring into the distance.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked and he turned toward me.

“It’s just amazing to me how different you are from my last costar.”

“You mean I’m not a bitch from hell?”

Les chuckled. “You are the opposite of that, but you think more about me and the crew’s well-being. Diane only cared about herself. I can honestly say I’m now enjoying working in a way I never thought possible.”

I smiled. “That makes me happy. I don’t know that I’m doing other than just rolling with the punches usually, but I am enjoying it too. Besides, I get to kiss on the star at night. Diana never got to do that.”

Les made a gagging noise and I laughed. “No, that was never in the cards.”

“Well, maybe if you’d kissed on her a little, she’d have been nicer.”

Les began to tickle me. I jumped up because I always hated to be tickled but he got a naughty look on his face. “You’re ticklish?”

“Oh no, seriously Les, no tickling. I take the Diane comments back, just no tickling.”

Les chased me into the house and when he caught me, we were both laughing hysterically.

I turned in his arms and was going to say something when our eyes met. When he leaned down to kiss me this time, it was all heat and passion.

I began undoing his shirt so I could get better access to his broad shoulders. I’d fantasized for a long time what it’d be like to feel his skin exposed to my touch.

Les reached behind him and pulled his shirt off before I had undone all the buttons. I chuckled. “Eager?”

“You have no idea,” he said in a rough voice.

I kissed his nipples and then let my tongue glide over them, enjoying the taste of him.

A day’s work hadn’t taken the smell of soap off him, and that scent mixed with his natural musky odor. Everything about Les sent me into a sexual frenzy, including his unique scent.