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A moment of clarity dawned on me. I was sitting with a client, the client naked and wrapped in a sheet, drinking tea before a roaring fire in my own home. It felt surreal, but when Leon began to speak again, my reservations quickly gave way to curiosity. I had to hear this story. I wanted to hear this story. I needed to hear it.

I sat closer to Leon, my arm rubbing his upper back. More than anything, I wanted to console him, make him feel that everything was alright. I wanted to make up for the cruel words I had said to him earlier in his office.

“Kevin had believed me, it’s as simple as that. He knew that Cassie wasn’t coming back. I confirmed it and helped him end his own life. She was everything to him, and with her gone, he killed himself. I told my best friend the very thing that would push him over the edge.”

Leon drank his tea, pausing in thought.

“I found him in his room. He had been dead for hours; I knew it immediately. Yet I tried to save him. I pulled him down and tried to resuscitate him. At least, that’s what some of my other friends told me afterwards. They heard me screaming his name over and over and rushed to see what the problem was. When the medics showed up, they had to have me restrained. I don’t remember any of that though. All I remember is Kevin hanging there and how his face looked. I can never forget that.”

We sat in silence for a long time after that. I got up and put some more logs on the fire and blew into it, stoking the fire. The room was warm now, but sat in front of the fire, our faces growing hot from the flames. I let tears fall down my face without shame and when I turned to Leon, I saw he was silently crying.

The silence continued. Leon stared into the fire, his face blank. I threw another log on the fire and watched the flames grow as they consumed the fresh wood. I felt the urge to do something, to make this all right, but I couldn’t think of anything to do or to say. It was as though every time I searched for something to say, all my words fell short.

Time ceased to matter. It grew late until it passed into morning. I didn’t bother to check the time; it didn’t matter. Leon sat before the fire. My clothes were still soaking wet against my back yet dry on the front. I sat a foot away from Leon in watching the fire eat away at the logs and throw heat in our faces.

Leon leaned his head on his forearms, his eyes closing finally. I almost hoped he had fallen asleep, but when he opened his eyes, I saw they were fully alert. Sleep would provide Leon Christensen no reprieve from his sufferings tonight.

I inched closer to him, not exactly knowing why. He had fallen into his head again, the silence washing over the confession that had pained him to make. My heart had warmed to this man; I couldn’t deny that. Even my anger over his past transgressions against me dissolved immediately after he confessed his greatest childhood sin. My impression of Leon Christensen turned from misogynistic asshole into a wounded man.

I kept inching closer to Leon until our hips were almost touching. The fire felt great against my skin, but my back was still freezing. I wanted to turn myself around, but I resisted; I did not want to be so close to Leon and face him eye to eye. Instead, I wrapped the inadequately small towel around my back in a vain attempt at warming myself.

The fire crackled and popped before us. Patters of rain danced against the roof in a steady drumbeat that sped up and slowed down without any warning. When was the last time it had rained like this in Beverly Hills? I thought.

I looked over to Leon. He maintained his statuesque posture, staring into the fire, but now I saw his eyes. They carried so much sorrow in them, so much pain. Kevin’s death weighed down this man every day of his life, and this was the anniversary. It was a culmination of guilt and loss that I could only begin to empathize with.

A tear streaked down Leon’s face. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I fought them back. Even the sight of this man crying was almost too much to bear. It was at that moment that any feelings of distance towards this person dissipated. Leon Christensen was no longer simply a client; he was a real person that I had some modicum of feelings towards.

I put my arm around him and gripped his shoulder firmly. The impulse overtook me and without hesitation I had moved to embrace him. It hadn’t been any kind of romantic pass. No, I had simply needed to show this hurt person that they were not alone in this moment. Sometimes, all we need is the embrace of another person to help us through our pain.

Leon turned to look at me. Our faces were inches away, so close that it made it hard to focus in on each other’s eyes. A new alertness came over his face as though he had just woken up with a slight startle. I gave him a friendly smile and rubbed his shoulder gently.

“You’re wet,” Leon said softly.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Yes, I was still wet and somewhat cold, but it didn’t matter in this moment. With the fire blazing before us and the rhythm of rainwater above us, I felt completely at peace. Moving to get out of my clothes might have broken this almost perfect moment, which I fought against with every instinct.

Leon’s eyebrows rose as he smiled wanly. He shook his head slightly in disagreement, almost as though he were reading my thoughts. I rubbed his upper back, noticing just how firm the muscle was against my caress. When I returned my arm to his shoulder, I gripped it firmly and the muscle barely gave way. Leon Christensen’s muscles were practically carved from wood.

I imagined the countless hours that Leon spent in a gym, sweating profusely as he pushed his muscles to their breaking point. How many of those hours had he spent cursing himself, punishing himself for the sins of his youth? How much weight had he pushed up in rage against himself? His body had not swelled to bodybuilder proportions, but his muscles were woven with strands of cement, firm and unyielding.

Caressing his shoulder gently, imagining the tearing of his muscles as a form of punishment, Leon stared at me.

“You shouldn’t stay wet,” he said tenderly. “You’ll get sick.”

Leon’s right arm caressed my lower back, feeling the shirt that still clung to my skin. Sparks flew through every nerve in my body at his touch. I felt my hair stand on end and my toes curled in my socks as though I had been shocked. I looked at Leon and maintained my composure.

I nodded slowly in agreement, frowning slightly.

“You need to get out of these clothes,” he said softly, his eyes staring straight into mine.

I looked into his eyes and searched. I searched for something which I could not identify, but I knew had to be there. I needed to see that deep in those eyes there was something that burned as bright as the fire. A wave of energy flowed through me as our eyes locked in together like magnets that cannot be broken once they join. My eyes fought to close against the bond that formed between us and I forced them to stay open.

“Ok,” I mouthed breathlessly. I sat still, completely motionless.

Leon slipped my arm off his shoulder gently, holding it softly as he did so. He shifted himself sideways so that he faced me directly, and the blanket slid of him slightly, exposing his upper body. My eyes fell on the crumpled mass of the blanket that had gathered in his crotch.

Leon pushed the blouse off the back of my shoulders and a chill ran through me as the air struck the wet fabric. We stared at each other, maintaining eye contact in an ever increasing intensity of vibration. I shook slightly and Leon’s hands gently rubbed my arms to warm me. A shadow of a smile adorned his lips. Red lined his eyes that had only just ceased to drop tears down his face.

His hands slid up and down my arms; it felt wonderful. My mouth hung slightly open and I badly wanted to close my eyes, let the sensation of Leon’s hands moving up and down my arms take me over, but I did no such thing. Our eyes locked in on each other’s, neither willing to break the connection.

I felt light-headed. I felt like I could have jumped through the roof and flown away. I felt like falling asleep in his arms right there. There was just too much flowing in and out of me to begin to comprehend exactly how I felt. All I knew is that in this moment, I wanted to feel everything.

Leon’s hands broke from my arms and moved to the top of my shirt. I studied his chest and watched it contract and expand with every breath of his. I followed the rhythm until I was sure that my breathing had synced up with his perfectly. His fingers unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.

I closed my eyes. Panic shot through me when I realized that I had broken the connection. I feared that when I opened my eyes, Leon would be looking away, disinterested. Yet when I opened my eyes, Leon was still before me, staring into me. He unbuttoned my blouse completely and gently pushed it off my shoulders.

Each breath became more laborious than the last. I was completely exposed before Leon Christensen. My bra was completely see-through from the rain and my nipples were hard, yearning to be touched. Things had escalated quickly and I knew that I had allowed them to. I could still stop; I could just get up and walk into my bedroom and dress myself quickly. This didn’t have to move forward.

Every rational part of my brain screamed out at the irrationality of my actions. It was dangerous to be practically naked in front of the man that had plagued my fantasies for the past few days. And now that I could see his upper-body completely without clothes, the fantasy had become a reality. Everything I had imagined was right before me, more vibrant and vivid than the wildest dream I could have possibly had.

I could stop this. I knew that I could, but I also knew that I wouldn’t.

Leon’s eyes stared into mine. The sapphire eyes cut through the darkness, burning a wild blue that melted my inhibition. Red lines highlighted the white, a result of his crying. My heart melted at the sight of this display of his vulnerability.

I was on my knees before him. Leon’s hands delicately took off my bottoms and I stepped out of them. Now I was in my underwear. The rainwater had robbed the garments of any ability to hide my skin and I was naked before Leon. The fire warmed my exposed skin as light danced against my body.

Leon’s hands caressed my upper legs as they came back up. Then they rested on his lap. I was still on my knees, breasts pushed forward, nipples pushing out of the bra. My whole body was vibrating with tension. I wanted to cry out for Leon to take me, but at the same time I wanted him to hold me. I wanted his warmth against me, the warmth that no fireplace could ever match.

The tension in the room rose to a breaking point. Leon’s eyes closed and he rubbed his hands through his hair. When he opened his eyes, they exploded with energy. He rose quickly and the blanket fell off him completely. Before I could register what was happening, before I could even see Leon’s nakedness in its entirety, he moved quickly to me.

His body pressed against mine. The warmth of his skin ignited every nerve in my body and I felt as if I might collapse in his arms. Leon’s lips pressed against mine and all thought evaporated instantly.

I became one with my body. Every suppressed want and urge came pouring out, demanding to be fulfilled. I wrapped my arms around Leon and pulled him closer as his arms tightened around me. Our lips pushed against each other’s lips with the force of wanting. I parted my lips slightly and Leon’s tongue slid around them, licking and moving slowly against the sensitive skin.

I thrust my hips against him. I felt his erection push against my stomach. It was a stone that pulsed with warmth and life. Leon moved himself up and down against me and I could feel just how large he was against me. My wet panties grew wetter.

I moved my hands up until they gripped the back of Leon’s head. A fever had come over us; there was no stopping it now. If I could have stopped to think, the only thought that would have come to me would have been that soon enough, I was going to have my deepest fantasy fulfilled. I would have Leon Christensen inside of me.

Leon leaned me down, never breaking the kiss. His hands moved towards my breasts and with one rapid movement, they tore off my bra. The thin piece of lace snapped under his might and his arms flexed against me as the bra flew off of me. My hard nipples pressed against his chest and I moaned loudly through the kiss.

I was on my back on the hardwood floor, nothing below me. Yet I didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort. Leon pushed himself up over me, his tongue working against mine furiously as he gyrated his hips against mine. My panties still barricaded any penetration, but his stiff cock rubbed against me, bringing forth wetness that even the rain couldn’t match.

My hands moved greedily over his back. I slid one down low and grabbed his ass. Firm muscle greeted my hand and I squeezed hard, loving the feel of him in my hand. Rubbing his back all over, I kept pushing my hips against his cock. Leon breathed loudly as he kissed me and I knew the teasing was driving him mad with lust.

Leon pushed himself up and lifted me with one hand as he moved back. He sat on his legs and with me in the air, he pulled off my panties. We were both completely naked now, the fire blazing in front of us. I had never been so wet before. When Leon’s hand found its way between my legs, I cried out in approval.

Slowly, without pushing past my lips to penetrate, Leon’s hand caressed me. The sensation rocked through my body and I felt myself moving like a flame dancing at the end of a candle. Then Leon’s finger pushed into me and I sat down on his hand, hard. I broke the kiss and stared at Leon. His eyes were soft as they stared back at me and a hint of a smile adorned his lips. He was completely focused on me.

Leon moved his hand up and down. My hips found their own rhythm and my eyes struggled to stay open. I forced them open and looked down at Leon’s stomach. Then I finally saw what had pushed against me. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled gently. Leon breathed out heavily and closed his eyes. I locked my lips around the skin right under his left ear and sucked as I jerked my hand up and down on his stiff cock.

Leon was rock hard. His fingers moved in and out of me and I could stand no more. Licking up and down his neck, I raised my hips and guided him into me. I slowly pushed down, taking care to feel every inch slide into me until so much of him was inside of me that I thought it impossible that he could be so big.