Page 21 of Summer Love

I wrapped my larger hand around her smaller one, waited for her to get in position, and then pulled the trigger. The tool jumped to life, vibrating in our hands. It was unexpectedly erotic. My mind jumped to running a vibrator over her clit, and I nearly groaned at the vision.

"Was that okay?" Elena shifted slightly so that her back was pressed to my front.

I wasn't going to survive this instruction session. Noting that her screw was properly placed, I stepped back and handed her the tool. "I'll hold the board in place while you screw."

She blinked at me. "Is that an innuendo?"

"Mmm. I don't even have to try that hard." Which was something I'd never thought about before. But then again, I don't show my crew members how to operate a tool by standing behind them and wrapping my hand around theirs. This was completely out of the norm, and my dick was hard.

I couldn't let the guys see that if they wandered to the second floor with a question. I held the board while she attempted the second one, her hands less stable around the vibrating tool this time. "Hold it steady. You can do it."

Her face screwed up in concentration, her teeth biting her lower lip as she tried again. This time she held it mostly steady, and the screw went in. "A little crooked but not bad. You'll get better each time you try, and by the end you'll be an expert."

"So I'll be able to drywall Grams's house?" she asked seriously.

"Do you need that kind of work done there? I'd want to help out to minimize the dust and inconvenience. Grams shouldn't have to put up with months of home repairs."

"That's sweet of you, but I was joking about that. I have no intention of doing my own home repairs."

"By the time you're done shadowing me, you'll have a decent amount of knowledge. It doesn't hurt to know these things."

"Will you build your own house one day?"

"The options on the island are fairly limited." They were strict about land and new builds. "I bought my house on the beach a few years ago. It's bigger than I need for now, but I can grow into it."

"You live on the beach near Grams?"

"Not too far." I might go for a run more often now that I’d caught Elena walking with her grandmother. I enjoyed their banter, and Grams was a character. It had nothing to do with my chances to see Elena in a bikini.

Elena refocused on driving screws. When she stepped back, her face was flush, and her arms hung by her sides. "It's a lot of work holding up the tool and holding it steady."

"Your arms hurt?"

"A little."

"I'll do the next one, and we can alternate." I checked her screws, and they were decent. The last ones were installed better than the original ones.

"Are you sure it's okay that I do some of the work? Won't the owners be upset if they knew an amateur was building their house?"

"You're under my supervision, and you signed all the necessary releases. I choose my crew."

She placed her hands on her hips. "I'm a part of your crew now?"

"You drilled in a board, so yeah, you are."

She grinned, and I was momentarily stunned by her radiance.

"Boss, can you take a look at this," Ralph asked.

I blinked away the thoughts, and said, "Yeah, sure." I needed some space from Elena. I was supposed to be annoyed that she was here at all. I thought making her work would bring out the worst in her. That she wouldn't want to work hard or that she'd be worried about breaking a nail. But it was the opposite. She didn't mind getting her hands dirty, and I was enjoying spending time with her.

I walked into the living room where a few men were getting ripping out the old drywall.

"I think we need to get the electrician out here to take a look at this,” Ralph said, pointing out the outdated wiring.

“Go ahead and call them. We’ll need to get this taken care of before we can put up the drywall.” I took a few steps back. “If that’s all?—"

Ralph gave me a cocky grin. "I’d be hurrying back if I had a gorgeous woman holding my screwgun for me too.”

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