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Happy New Year readers! Just a quick note to say two votes for an epilogue and I've succumbed!! Hope you all enjoy the end to the year! First chapter of new story tomorrow, and I can't wait!! :)


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Cross the Line - the end!

The end!

It was snowing! Naomi couldn’t think of anything more perfect than that on a Christmas morning. She glanced across to the empty bed beside her and wondered just where Conor had got to. Sighing, she pulled herself in to sitting, resting her head on her bent knees and sighed. When did life ever get so good?

Christmas had been a time she’d avoided for years, she’d hated being alone when everyone else was engrossed in fun with loved ones and family. Last year she’d worked in a homeless hostel, the year before she’d holidayed in Borneo, visiting orphaned Orang-utan’s. This year she was having ten for dinner. Conor’s mother, Liam and Seamus had arrived the previous evening from Ireland, as had Patrick and Lucinda from the States,  and Simon, Stephanie and Sarah her neighbour were all joining them this morning in the converted barn that Conor had insisted they buy and move into on the outskirts of town.

She’d never cooked for so many people, but she could see Conor was relishing the thought of being Lord of the Manor! Stretching, she glanced around the room finally spotting her dressing gown, she had to remember there were guests in the house and curb her instinct to go and find him as she was...naked. After a quick shower, she towelled dried her hair, then re-entered the bedroom to see Conor sat excitedly on the bed.

                “Merry Christmas!” he announced with a huge smile.

She laughed, “And you!” She accepted his kiss, allowing him to pull her onto the bed. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to be like a child all day?”

Laughing too, he kissed her nose, “because I LOVE Christmas, and I LOVE you...and all the other people I love...well most of them are here to join us!”

Melting into yet another passionate toe-curling kiss, Naomi couldn’t remember a time when she’d been happier. She was starting a new job in January, both Conor and Simon agreed that whilst they hated to lose her, the working arrangements weren’t ideal, and she deserved the offer of a more established role at a large law firm in a nearby larger City. So the future was definitely looking bright.

                “I need to get dressed then get on with starting breakfast and dinner Con...” she reluctantly suggested, trying to peel herself out of his possessive arms.

“But we haven’t done presents, can’t we first?”

Shaking her head smiling at the almost childlike pleading of this grown man she replied, “All the presents are under the tree, with everyone else’s. You know that!”

Groaning he flopped back onto the bed an arm tossed over his face, the protest meant she had chance to dress. Pulling on some underwear, and the Christmas dress she’d selected at a shop a few weeks ago, she checked out her reflection as she started to blow dry her hair. The dress was silver grey and caught the light as she moved without being too gaudy, and she loved it.

When she finished drying her hair, she stopped to comb it then wrap it into a neat French pleat at the base of her skull.

                “What do you think?” she asked the lounging Conor’s reflection in the mirror as she applied a little lip gloss.

His eyes betrayed the coolness of his response, “dress looks fine, but you look a little...underdressed.”

Conor ignored the look of pain that flashed across her face; instead as she inspected herself in more detail he reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a velvet covered box.

                “Naomi...” his voice was quiet, but as she turned he could see the pain still evident in her face at his less than enthusiastic response. “I think this will help.”

She glanced at his hand, and then back to him, just as he popped the lid to reveal a beautiful diamond and sapphire pendant and matching dropper earrings, all in what she hoped was only white gold, but might well be platinum. She gasped, unable to contemplate the beautiful and she was sure extortionately priced jewellery in his hands. Naomi’s fingers shot up to cover her gaping mouth. Her heart still racing, she lifted her eyes to meet his, and saw the humour at her response, but the love and respect there.

                “It’s beautiful...” she finally breathed. Her heart almost stopping as he took the necklace from the box then turned her to secure it behind her neck.  She watched their reflections as he secured it, his hands then slid down to her waist, and he dropped his chin to her shoulder. Looking at her in awe.

                “I knew it would look stunning on you.” His voice was a rasp and they were both floored by this intimate and special moment. 

Turning in his arms, Naomi looked up at Conor, “what good have I done to deserve you?”

He pulled her close, “I’m hardly deserving of you Naomi.” Smiling he dropped his hands from her and sighed, “Suppose I’d better go and get dressed, we’ve a house full!”

As he reached the door to the en suite bathroom, Naomi halted him by breathing out his name. He turned to look at her, his face lighting up at the look on her face.

                “Conor...I...love you!”

His face broke into a smile and he almost bowled her over in his excitement to pull her into his arms, as his lips descended on hers in a mash of passion and desire, he knew life couldn’t get any better. He knew she loved him, they were perfect together, but her admission was more than a token gesture of words. Finally she’d given everything to him!

Eventually he loosened his grip on her and smiled down at her dazed expression.

                “You knew anyway...” she offered trying t take the attention out of the moment.

But he was having none of it, “I am enjoying every moment of this young lady, I’ve waited six months to here that I’ve done enough to make you believe in me!”

She sighed, “I always believed in you, I just don’t think I believed in myself!”

Smiling he stepped back, “you have no idea how much I hoped you’d say that today!” Turning away from her briefly, when he turned back, he dropped to his knee, a similar smaller velvet box in his hand. “Will you marry me?”

It was a morning for shocks, Naomi was reeling, her knees weak and nausea rising, but this time it wasn’t through fear or anxiety, but through the exquisite pleasure and excitement that this moment brought. They were in a home, a beautiful shared home, filled with family and friends, and now, here, he wanted to marry her, make this official, legal and for all to see.

                “Yes...” she breathed then giggled at the ‘whoop’ he yelled at full volume. Jumping to his feet he spun her around and around until they were both dizzy.

                “You will not regret this Naomi, I promise you that!”

As she joined him in a celebratory glass of champagne, him still in his boxer shorts, her adorned with the priceless gifts, she knew he was right as she looked at the devotion in his eyes, she’d never regret it!

End in sight!

Hi all


Thanks so much for the comments and reads over the holidays. I will answer all.


So there's good news and bad news, the bad being this story has come to an end, I did think it would be longer than this, but it has exhausted options in my mind, though there may be a Finale, or an epilogue...what do you all think? Good news is that I am very enthusiastic about the next story and have started the first chapter already:) Can't wait to see your thoughts!


Otherwise - the specifics!


Annie - thanks  for all your comments, I'm not sure this turned out how I really intended, but we're almost at the end! Hope you like!


ABF - Thanks, two damaged souls who need to help each other, hope this didn't end too soon for you!


nessa -- welcome back to commenting, you've been missed. He had extreme patience with this delicate flower! She wasn't really as strong as some of the other heroines was she?


diya - thanks! Glad you are liking it! Be glad to see you comments on the end of this story.


M.C. - Crossed Wires and Haunted by the Past are the two stories that didn't have an epilogue or finale. But I don't do that on every story and I'm not sure these two needed more... on occasions I like to leave a little to your imaginations. Thanks for the comments and following here from Buzzle!!


Mads - So glad that you're loving every chapter, and so glad that you love Conor, he means well doesn't he?!!  


So new story soon, and  maybe an epilogue? Who knows???


Thanks again all of you!

Cross the Line - 17

Chapter 17

The food in the restaurant was exquisite, fresh fish, al dente pasta and delicious creamy desserts. Naomi was full to bursting when she saw the liqueur coffees and flaming Sambuccas crossing the restaurant on a large tray.

Naomi groaned, “Are you trying to kill me Simon?”

Simon only grinned, “Death by coffee? Sounds like one of your nightmares again.”

                “Coffee, following tiramisu, and cannelloni and calamari...and how much wine? Death by overindulgence!” she grinned back at him.

Conor reached for his coffee and smiled, “what a way to go though, hey?”

They stayed at the table for a long while after finishing, the men drinking whisky, the women chatting and finishing the wine. It had been a wonderful evening, good company and great food. Naomi didn’t want it to end, and when Conor smiled lazily across the table at her, she smiled back.

Conor took the smile at face value; he was so pleased to see Naomi relaxed and happy. Other than on a few occasions in Ireland, he’d rarely seen her relaxed, calm and dare he think happy? The mutual respect between her and Simon was so obvious, and to think that he’d thought there may have been something illicit between them, he blushed at the memory of his words and actions, and then noticed Naomi’s smile at the flush taking over his face. She raised a questioning eyebrow and he shook his head.

When he looked up both Simon and Stephanie were observing the silent exchanges with humour, “oh to be newly in love!” Simon exclaimed, and his wife smiled.  

Naomi made to protest, her instincts to shout out at the incorrectness and gross prematurity of the statement, but Conor’s hand reached out to cover hers, and he offered a sympathetic look.

                “I wouldn’t say it’s new love, but we’re having fun, aren’t we Naomi?” She nodded an enthusiastic answer, relieved that he diffused the situation. “So are we moving on somewhere? The night is still young...”

Simon groaned, “this much sitting isn’t great, I think I need to get home and put my feet up...You two go on though, enjoy yourselves!”

Outside the restaurant, they parted, Simon struggling into a taxi, once they’d left Conor turned to Naomi, “I’ve got a great bottle of port sat on the sideboard at Simon’s flat. Do you fancy a drop?”

She nodded, they’d not spent time at Simon’s flat up until now, but she was tired, pleasantly satiated, and with alcohol subduing her normal resistance, she wanted to curl up with him somewhere warm and comfy. The taxi ride was short, and within minutes, they were in the modern bachelor kitchen sipping port.

Leading her in to the lounge, he swept his head down to capture her lips with his, “I’ve wanted to do that all night!” He finally growled against her throat, his day old stubble scuffing over her skin in the most erotic way. In response,  Naomi threw her head back, giving him access to her neck, the pleasure of his lips, the relaxation of the alcohol all combining to help her lose her inhibitions, and to open up to her desire for this man.

Before they’d reached the bedroom she’d stripped him down to his boxer shorts, deft and enthusiastic fingers dividing him from his clothes. He on the other hand was extremely patient, and in the bedroom, he sat on the bed, propped up on pillows.

                “Take you clothes off!” he growled, watching her earnestly.

Once again the urge to deny, to run away was counteracted by her extreme relaxation and comfort with him.

                “You want a show?” She asked from between hooded eyelashes, and her coy, girly response drove a lancing pain through his gut and when he thought he couldn’t physically desire her anymore, he just grew harder.

Unable to vocalise words, a lump occupying his very dry throat, he nodded an answer.

Naomi never imagined she’d stand there and slowly, provocatively remove her clothes as she did that night, a tasteful (she hoped) strip tease until Conor could take no more and reached out to remove her underwear in haste, but she did, and as she followed him on to the bed, and against his rock hard body, she felt a pang deep in her chest and knew she was getting in far too deep. But at that moment, she was unable to fight it, fight him, and she fell towards him with the same eagerness as he had for her.

 Back into the routine of work and play, Naomi succumbed and allowed Conor further into her life. He met and decidedly won over her neighbour Sarah and Emma, two of her closest friends, in fact, Conor and Tom, Emma’s boyfriend and seemed to really hit it off, talking about going to a cricket match together.

As September started to bring the darker and cooler evenings, so Simon planned his return to work. He’d injured himself in early July and had hoped to be back sooner, but poor healing and the challenge that getting in and out of town was, meant he was later returning than he had intended.

The first day Naomi had gone to town, fresh flowers filled the office, she’d called at the local bakery and bought fresh croissants and Danish pastries, and even brewed his favourite blend of Colombian coffee.

                “Are we expecting royalty?” Conor asked entering the small kitchen behind her, “because it’s starting to resemble a posh coffee shop here!” Unnecessarily he brushed against her, his body touching her from shoulder to hip, “that is until I get close enough to smell...” he paused to sniff deeply. “Lavender, and...Mmm, my favourite, a hint of...Do I smell marigold?”

She laughed, “it’s designer fifty pound a bottle perfume Mr O’Neill, and you’d do well to take note of the name!”

Stooping he bit the soft flesh at the base of her neck for a brief second, he didn’t like them to cross the work boundary, then murmured, “I’d never forget this smell Ms Young, I can assure you of that!”

The gush of cold air that replaced the hot pressure of his body was like an icy shower, calming her straying libido, in all the weeks they’d worked together she’d not betrayed her feelings for him within work hours, but with Simon about to walk through the door, here they were almost kissing in the closet! So stereotypical!

As she reappeared into the office, Naomi heard a gush from the door and turned to see Gloria rushing over to Simon. He hadn’t been to the office much, not able to bear to be there and not work, so this was the first time that the receptionist had seen the boss since he’d left for his late June wedding.

She was second, hugging the tall man tightly before following him into the office and sitting opposite him, ready to bring him up to date with all the outstanding cases.

                “Why are you so efficient?” A voice caused them both to look up to see Conor lounging in the doorway.

                “If she wasn’t I’d not have a business left!” Simon joked. “And seriously, I know I’ve thanked you both repeatedly for your work, for keeping this going, but I REALLY do want to tell you how grateful I am...” he turned to the open door and called out to the corridor, “You too Gloria!”

Gloria giggled like a teenager and all three laughed at her.

                “Do you want this breakdown of cases now?” Naomi asked, “Or do you and Conor need to discuss things?”

Simon nodded, “I think Conor and I need to hash a few things out, but I’ll do this with you before lunch hopefully?”

The symbiosis of the two of them and Gloria was disrupted beyond compare, but the atmosphere was light hearted, and for now at least, the work load was relaxed. There were several business lunches and late night meetings, all designed to see Simon integrate fully.

This meant that Naomi saw a lot less of Conor than she had done, and whilst she didn’t miss his incessant whistling in the shower, empty coffee cups deposited all around the apartment, or spare clothes that he seemed to bundle into random cupboards, she missed his cuddles, his kisses and his companionship in her life, and that was something she never thought she’d admit to.

                “Now Simon’s up and about, I’m moving from his, think I’m going to get a flat somewhere,” he announced on one of the rare evenings they were sharing at the moment, “and I want us to look for something together. It makes sense doesn’t it?”

Suddenly this was what Naomi had been dreading, the huge big C. Commitment, placing her heart into his hands and allowing him to influence her. Suddenly she felt sick, she couldn’t do this. 

                “I don’t...”

Conor halted her with a finger over her lips, “think about this love, I have hated the last few weeks when I’ve not been here with you. I want to come home to you, wake up with you. I want it all Naomi. I never thought I’d be here thinking let alone saying this, but I am. I’m good, thanks to you. So please before you snap a response, try to cocoon yourself away from me, think about what you want...in your heart.”

This man could read every nuance of her body, every niggle and tweak. He knew about her misgivings, probably anticipated them before she had. “I can’t do that Con. I really can’t!”

He shook his head, lifting her eyes, forcing her to meet his, “you can say no for dozens of reasons, but whatever you say it has to be real.”

Naomi could feel tears well behind her eyes, how did you share such intimate and personal things with anyone? How could she let him into that last part of her being?

Shaking her head she stood, walked to the window and looked out, anything to take her mind away from her true thoughts.

                “Talk to me Naomi, you owe me explanations, your trust for God’s sake. If you can’t tell me why living together is the most repulsive thing to you in the world, then there’s no future for us.” There was a desperation in his voice that seemed to try and penetrate her hard armour, but it was purely an unsuccessful attempt.

“No! Don’t say that, please...” her face was sad as she turned to him.

“How can there be? You lock yourself away from me. I’ve given you everything! My time, my trust, my past, my future, hell I’ve told you dozens of times how much I love you. I’ve settled here in this town, all for you Naomi Young. Before you get upset and quote all the bad things I’ve ever done, just ask yourself one question, what have you given me? You just think about it!”

If she’d been wearing shoes, she could have made quicker progress to follow and catch him, but he’d gone, the red tail lights leaving the car park was the only sign that he’d been there.

Naomi couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, could barely move from room to room. She had to speak to him, talk to him, and decide whether she could do as he asked. She owed him an explanation, even if she couldn’t be with him; at least he deserved to know why.

After a restless night she dressed and unable to even contemplate breakfast, made for her small and rather unreliable car...another thing that Conor was keen to change. Or rather WAS she thought. From now on she had to start thinking like that.

Pulling into the car park for the block of apartments housing Simon’s, she spotted Conor’s car still there and sighed with relief. She barely remembered the ride in the elevator up to the third floor, but as she knocked on the door, nausea swept through her, her heart raced, beads of sweat trickled down her spine, between her breasts. Taking a deep breath she waited for the door to open.

It swung open and she took in the sight of Conor, dark rings circled his eyes, black stubble darkened his jaw, his hair was dishevelled, glancing up his eyes widened slightly.

                “I suppose it’s a bonus that you look how I feel!” he muttered. Stepping back he offered her into the apartment.

She paced the lounge nervously, wringing her hands as she waited for him to join her, but he seemed to have detoured via the bedroom and when he finally emerged he’d dampened his hair and his face looked a little brighter.

                “I owe you an explanation...” she offered.

He shook his head, “there’s no excuse you can give that will convince me that we’re better apart. So make it good.”

Naomi was stunned by the harshness of his voice, but she carried on, “it’s not you, it’s me...”

Conor guffawed loudly almost falling off the sofa with laughter, “you really take the biscuit!” He shouted. “Where the hell did that come from? After I ask you to move in with me, be part of my life, you come out with the oldest cliché in the book. I love you Naomi Young, and we will move in together! It makes sense!”

She shook her head, “I can’t do it Conor, I can’t give you any more. I just can’t.”

Reaching for her he pulled her close, dragging her mouth to his, forcibly kissing her, anger, pain all spurring him on, but she kissed him back, and suddenly he’d lost all the aggression. Finally he pulled apart, dragged his tongue from hers. But he stayed with his forehead resting on hers, their eyes, nose, lips millimetres apart.

                “I’ve been married, had lots of lovers, but I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you, and I can’t let you go, can’t let you walk away.”

Tears started to roll down her face, silent tears that he cleared with his thumbs, swiping them away as quickly as they fell.

                “Just let me in love, please.”

In between sobs and the shaking of her head, she managed to whisper, “Everyone I love leaves, I can’t have you and lose you Conor. I can’t cope with being abandoned again.”

He lifted his head and looked down at her, darling, sensitive and terrified Naomi as she told him about losing her mother, the changes in her father, how difficult her life became. And then Maisy. Losing her, the only one person she had left was like the final straw.

                “It took so long to get over her Conor, and I’ve got used to being alone. In Ireland I loved feeling part of a family, it was so special to me, but I don’t think I can cope with loving you then losing you. It’s too much!”

Conor kept hold of her keeping her attention on him, “I can’t promise we’ll be together forever, neither of us knows what tomorrow will bring. But I know that I’ve never wanted to be with anyone as much as I want you. And even if you continue to deny that you love me, I’ll humour you, but I KNOW you love me, and I know that you want me equally as much!”

She stuttered as she took in his words.

Laughing he held her close, “move in, with me, somewhere? Please? I’ll give you a hundred reasons to love me, and a hundred reasons why it’s the right decision.”

The last few hours away from him were harder than she’d ever dreamt, and so against all her advice, her own thoughts and principles, she nodded, “ok. I will.”

Scooping her up in his arms, she’d have sworn he’d have won the lottery, as he swung her around, but for them both it was a big step towards the new start and hopeful future they deserved.

Cross the Line - 16

Chapter 16

Naomi looked at the bowl of spicy potato and parsnip soup she’d managed to whizz up in forty minutes, she also had a thick slice of the rustic loaf she’d thought to get on the way home from work. She was exhausted and this was the prelude to an early night tucked up under her duvet in the comfort of her own bed. She’d never thought it would such a blissful scenario!

Just as she sat at the small kitchen table, a glass of water chosen over a glass of wine next to her hot soup, the doorbell rang. She was wearing her bath robe, but ignored that and rushed to the door, thinking about getting back to her food.

Dragging the door open she smiled, anticipating Sarah or Emma stood there hoping for the gossip. Instead she met the tired eyes of Conor. Her gasp was both audible and visible, and it caused a wry smile to cross Conor’s mouth. The fact that she didn’t expect him to arrive didn’t bode well.

                “Hi!” he offered. “I wanted to see you...”

She nodded, “ok...Here I am!”

Conor sighed, how did this suddenly get so awkward? “Naomi. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you or hurt you in some way. We should’ve discussed the implications of working together would have. It doesn’t have to be difficult.”

                “You were checking up on the Mackie case? I thought you trusted me with that...”

He looked bewildered, “what do you mean?”

Naomi was still a physical barrier to him entering the room. “You were checking the paperwork from the opposing council...don’t you think I can sort it?”

Now he really had no idea what she was talking about, he thought this animosity was linked to them, the difficulties that working together might bring, not some bloody minor business case! “Naomi! The Mackie case is cut and dried, I have one hundred percent confidence in you, no doubts that you can sort it out what so ever, I’ve not seen any paperwork...was it in the batch of stuff that came on Friday? I needed that today...urgently.” He reached out for her hand, “is that why you’re so angry?”

She stepped back, burned by his touch, “I...um...” Suddenly everything was confusing again. Him being cheerful at work as though nothing had happened, then having the file she needed, disappearing. She didn’t know where she stood, and she needed that more than anything.

With another softer sigh, he stepped in after her, “it’s awkward I’m sure, me being your boss...” he dropped the tone of his voice, “and your lover. But there really is only one role I’m interested in, I promise.” His hand lifted to run up her neck and under her damp hair, “but I agree we need to work out the rest.”

Naomi was annoyed to feel tears well in her eyes, she hated him seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, but she was so emotionally ravaged that she had no more resistance. As she tried to avert her eyes, he tilted her head, forced her to look at him, “I came here straight from the court house as I couldn’t bear the thought of a home without you. So can I come in? Can we talk?”

He knew sometime as he spoke that he’d won her over, but it was still a relief when she stepped back and gestured into her home.

                “I was just about to eat some soup, do you want some?”

He nodded, “that sounds like heaven, I don’t think my stomach could cope with anything more exotic than that!”

When he saw the smile split her face happily, he knew he’d said the right thing. Following her into the room he could smell something spicy, and suddenly his stomach growled. “That smells stunning!”

She shrugged, “I didn’t have much here, but it seemed to taste ok!”

Slipping out of his suit jacket, he hung it over a chair opposite the place she’d set for herself and gratefully accepted a meal in front of him.

                “Wow! This is amazing!” He offered between grateful spoons of the delicious soup. He’d never realised that something so simple could be so wonderful. Sitting back with his hands crossed over his full stomach, he watched her finish her meal in a decidedly more elegant and delicate fashion.

                “Coffee?” she asked as she made to gather up the dishes.

                “Let me,” he took the plates from her and headed to the sink, stopping to run some hot water to wash the dishes. Hearing her move, he turned and smiled to see her filling the coffee machine. “So you’ve found my vice?” He grinned, coffee was the one thing he could barely function without.

Smiling in a confident fashion, she turned to him, “your only vice?”

With coffee they sat in the lounge, Conor hating the physical distance between them, not even thinking of the emotional distance.

                “So what do I do now?” he asked looking over his mug at her.

Her heart began to race, not wanting to imagine what he meant, “What do you mean?”

His smile was lethal, “you know exactly what I mean. I told you how I felt, I tried to let you into my life, share things with you, but it seems that’s not enough that I’m not doing enough to tell you that I want to make this more than a fling.” He stood and started to walk across the room today, “I called Simon today.”

Naomi gulped, he was starting to invade her personal space and rather feeling threatened or angry, she found it exhilarating. “You did?”

He nodded as he continued to come at her, “I did, and he agreed with my proposition...” He knelt on the floor in front of her and reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

                “Prop...Proposition?” Now she was truly flummoxed.

The stammer and her uncertainty coupled with the raw desire in her eyes was driving him wild, but this was a game he wanted to win, “yes.” He left his hand at the side of his cheek, his thumb tracing her jaw in a maddeningly distracting way.

                “He asked me to become a partner months ago, when Martin died. I was never interested in stopping, settling down again. I’m not saying this to pressure you, but to let you know that I’m ready to settle, to grow up. I’m over my past, and I’m finally looking forward to a future, I want you to be a part of that, but if it’s not what you want...” a gulp was the only sign of his nervousness, how much he was putting into this. “Well then I’ll I understand and I’ll just thank you for making me realise that I need more in my life than to run from the past.”

He dropped back on to his heels and watched her, could almost see the confusion, the conflict in her eyes, then she smiled, “you mean that?”

Naomi’s heart sang as he nodded, “more than anything.” His arms were open to catch her before she’d thrown herself off the sofa at him. Conor grinning scooped her into his arms like a Victorian hero he kicked open the doors until he’d found her bedroom, then threw her onto the bed. “This, Miss Young, is going to blow your mind!”

By the time he’d joined her, she was laughing hysterically. And in true Conor fashion, he did.

Over the next few weeks things went well, both at work and at home. Initially Naomi found her need to hide her relationship with him, from everyone, friends, colleagues. They travelled to work separately, saw friends separately, but spent most nights together. Tonight was a big deal, they were being taken out by Simon’s for a thank you dinner, and at her insistence, her friend knew nothing about the evolving nature of their liaison. Conor had spent most of the last three weeks trying to convince her that there was no shame, nothing to hide. But she wasn’t comfortable. He’d respected that until tonight, but he’d now told her that tonight they WOULD reveal that they were lovers, it wasn’t an option it was a necessity.

Knocking at the door to collect her, he was riddled with anxiety, in fact he’d never felt this awful before. He felt like he did before his first interview to be a senior lawyer, the start and the end of life as he knew it, only ten times more serious.

Naomi was smiling and happy when she pulled back the door, which to Conor was a great start. He loved Naomi, there was no think about it now, but the problem was she liked things in her own way, safe and segregated, and tonight was definitely a merging of boundaries. But smiles were good, as was the sexy dress she was wearing. He knew her body more intimately than he’d thought possible, but this peacock blue dress, strapless and fitted, ruched snugly around her body was more exotic and erotic than the skimpiest underwear, it left very little, yet everything to the imagination, and he was going to struggle for the duration of the meal to concentrate on conversation. Seeing her smile at his visible appreciation, he suddenly spotted her tactics. Pulling her into his arms, he thrust lips on to her hers, his tongue into her mouth, and his hands cupped her buttocks dragging her towards his already raging erection.

                “Don’t think that you can use your sexy arse to distract me tonight!” He finally offered as he pulled his head from hers.

Smiling sweetly, she thrust out her chest, “are you sure about that?” As she applied lip gloss in the hallway mirror, it was all he could do to keep his hands off her, and they almost didn’t make the taxi.

Steph waved as they entered the small intimate Italian restaurant, it was the first time they’d been out like this since Simon’s accident, but he really wanted to show off how well he was doing, and thank the two people who had ensured his livelihood had survived such a catastrophic blow.  He was walking with a stick, and having daily therapy, but for the first time since his wedding, Naomi was pleased to see he looked well. Like the Simon she’d known most of her life. Her relief was almost palpable.  She’d have felt exquisite happiness if it hadn’t been for Conor’s knowing hand splayed across her lower spine. The touch of his hand still had the ability to turn her to mush, but tonight was too important, too stressful to let that happen. Naomi didn’t want to acknowledge Conor, not as more than a friend and colleague, for her keeping it all separate was vital. But she knew that to Conor it was important to be open, honest. Sighing, she allowed him to guide her into the restaurant and tried to manage her anxiety.

Simon hugged her so tightly that she could barely breathe, but she hugged him back equally as hard, he was so important to her. Aware but uncaring that the hand still attached to her spine was tightening.

                “You look so well!” she offered before hugging Steph, stepping across Conor so that he had to drop his controlling hand, then she deliberately sat next to Steph, leaving the seat beside Simon as the only one free. “So do you Steph, finally! Has he been a nightmare to live with?”

They broke into an easy chat about everything and anything in a way that only women could, leaving Conor and Simon to talk about the business and the various cases that he’d started and his friend was now completing. Conor was disturbed more than angry by Naomi, he saw her behaviour as a challenge, and whilst it annoyed him he was determined to play this coolly, there was something vulnerable about her, and he didn’t want her running, turning him away. So like a lion, he bided his time watching...and waiting!

After ordering, Naomi excused herself to the bathroom; it was all a bit more pressured than she was happy with. She wanted her and Conor to remain a private thing, nothing more nothing less. But she knew that he wanted to tell Simon, no scratch that, was GOING to tell Simon, she wasn’t sure why that haunted her, but it did. But not enough to lose Conor over, she knew that. After freshening up, cooling down, taking a few deep breaths, she opened the door to see Conor lounging against the wall that separated the bathrooms from the main dining room.

                “Conor!” she exclaimed as he pulled he close for a quick, but VERY passionate kiss.

He merely shrugged, “what? We’re both adults, we’re not doing anything wrong...” his intense gaze made her realise that he was talking about a lot more than the chaste kiss. “Either you say, or I will...before the main course. Simple!” Then with a dazzling smile he entered the men’s bathroom.

Simon raised an eyebrow as she rejoined the table, “what are you two, joined at the hip?”

She felt the blood drain from her face, her heart race, beads of sweat gather on her brow. Steph reached out and put a hand over her arm, “we’re only joking Naomi, that you went to the bathroom together!”

                “Yep just a joke!” A voice exclaimed from behind. Turning slowly she met Conor’s eyes, caring, warm but determined.

She took a deep breath and with a croaky voice replied, “a very timely one though!”

Now it was both Steph and Simon’s turn to look stunned, “really?” Steph was amazed, “You two?”

“Am I that bad that you can’t see it?” Conor asked with a smile, slipping into the seat opposite Naomi and reaching for her cold hand.

“Not at all!” Simon laughed, “but I’d given up on anyone meeting her standards!” Turning to Conor he clapped him on the back, “if anything, I think you deserve a medal!”

And with that the conversation carried on and the whole thing was forgotten, the damp squib that Conor knew it would be, but what puzzled him, was why was she so determined to keep him a secret? He hoped there were no skeletons waiting to burst out of her closet, he was too old for surprises.

Cross the Line - 15

Chapter 15

Dinner with Patrick and Lucinda was a strange affair in Naomi’s eyes. This unaddressed sexual tension still sat there like an elephant in the room, as did the ‘L’ word. But Conor remained charming, the epitome of a perfect date, but was perfect what anyone REALLY wanted? Naomi contemplated that as she visited the bathroom later that evening. Life wasn’t perfect, and she wondered whether she might in fact rather the bad boy who’d left London with her. Then she’d glance over at him, the killer smile and the ‘L’ word and her heart melted all over again.

Patrick was witty and as charming as his friend, and there was no difficulty in creating conversations with Lucinda, so any awkwardness was due to her own issues with Conor and nothing else. Regardless of that, Naomi felt anything but neglected, she had no complaints. The food was perfect, the wine divine and the company perfect all things considered.

After dinner the men led the women through the hotel to the ballroom, where predominantly Conor’s family partied for a final night. His mother as usual sat flanked by his sisters, the remainder of the immediate family weren’t far away, then there were the close friends, extended family and neighbours. By now, Naomi was familiar with most of them, so as they were embraced as a group, she was comfortable being separated from the others.

The ante seemed to up as the evening developed. Conor wasn’t sure when the flirting turned into a full come on, but it did. The secret looks as they circulated became lecherous gawps; occasional touches became more grope than fondle. Now it was all he could do to control his libido, and hide his excitement from his mother!

Naomi was warm all over, as she waltzed with Conor’s granddad she kept meeting his ‘come to bed’ eyes, and each time the warmth, the passion, the desire seemed to grow. Every time one of them was free, searching for the other, they were disappointed to find them dancing with a friend or relative. It was so typical.

Patrick was a great dancer, or rather lacked any inhibitions, which was a great facet when you were dancing to ‘Never Gonna give you up’ by Rick Astley. When it changed to ‘I just called to say I love you,’ Naomi pleaded aching feet and Patrick escorted her away from the dancing. Conor was spinning Lucinda around the dance floor, so she waited until she caught his attention before she crooked a finger beckoning him to follow her. There was no denying her intention. His eyes lit up, but she knew he’d see out the dance, etiquette prevailing. So as she left the room she glanced over her shoulder, smiling when she saw she was the centre of his attention.

Back in the room she freshened up then stripped out of the clothes she’d worn all day. In her bag she found the third set of underwear he’d bought her prior to the trip, she slid into the lace hipster panties and tight supportive transparent lace camisole, wrapping his own white dress shirt around her. She was sat in an armchair facing the door when he burst in holding an unopened bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Standing she walked slowly and deliberately towards him, “you were saying?”

Conor was silent for a few seconds, the unbuttoned shirt did little to hide her lissom body, and the fact it was almost on display spoke volumes. But history meant he wasn’t going to presume anything.  “Umm...” she’d never seen him so nervous.

He shook his head as he took everything in, then pulled her into his arms to kiss her long and hard. The champagne and glasses dug into her back but she was uncaring. She just needed to fuel her need to be as close to him as she possibly could.

When they eventually parted he put the drink down, and sat on the sofa, pushing the shirt off her shoulders to admire her. “Best money I ever spent!” he murmured leisurely looking her up and down. “Pity I want it all off isn’t it?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of removing the underwear, at being completely naked whilst he was still fully dressed, “all of it?” her voice was quiet.

                “Oh yes!” he announced, “every single bit!”

She nodded then lifted the hem of the lacy top and lifted it slowly and seductively over her head. She gasped at the sensation of the cool room and his gaze on her breasts, but that was nothing compared to the look in his eyes that came to rest on hers. The desire and passion were raw in his face.

It only inspired Naomi, she knew the sight of her wriggling, her bare, ample breasts bouncing gently was more than he could handle. She played with her hair longer than was necessary; she knew it was driving him wild, before lowering her hands to the top of her pants. She loved seeing the desire in his eyes, watching him struggle to maintain control. She could see she had defeated him and laughed as he reached out and pulled her astride his lap.  Her laughter was enveloped by kiss after long passionate kiss.

                “You are a witch!” he murmured into her neck as his hands swept down her back. As a reply she started to unbutton his shirt. Frustrated and needing to feel her hands on his body, he started to help her, and within seconds he was groaning, her fingers searching all over him, driving him wilder than he ever imagined.

Naomi’s heart was pounding as Conor managed to stand up and carry her, still wrapped around him, to the bed. He laid her down gently, standing to slide out of his trousers, shoes and socks. Then he stood for longer than was necessary to look down at her propped on the huge, extravagant bed. Her whole being throbbed with excitement, anticipation, and the newly offered love that she had from this man. She held her arms out to him, and he fell into them.

A while later he reached to pull a sheet to cover them.  It was warm with the fire still glowing, but he could feel her start to shiver.

                “You ok?” he asked lying back down beside her.

                “I’m better than ok.” She kissed his chest.

He pulled her into a close embrace, “Are you sure about this? About us?”

She shrugged, “who knows, but I suppose you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, can you?”

Conor rose up on to an elbow and glanced suspiciously at her, “am I the egg? Or the omelette?”

Giggling she reached for his cheek and cupped it, “I think that you’re the threat, the frying pan!”

It wasn’t taken in as much jest as it was intended as there was far too much truth or was it threat in her words?

At the airport after the short flight from Dublin, they had an hour to get home, change and return to the office. Conor was trying to do the right thing and really wanted to escort her home first and then head to the office via his place, but Naomi pointed out the ridiculousness of that plan, and so they separated.

It was exactly the worst thing for Naomi, because as soon as the door of her apartment closed behind her...alone, the doubts started to resurface. How did you come back from a luxurious weekend away and not think that this was anything but a holiday romance? Yes he’d declared he thought he loved her, but that was really a throw away comment that he’d done little to act on. She changed into a conservative suit and blouse after the quickest shower, then made for the office. There was no parking because of the time, and by the time she walked in to see Gloria jolly as ever at reception, she felt anxious, sick and bloody angry.

                “Well don’t you look well!” Gloria announced rushing over to air kiss Naomi. “So it was a good wedding? Mr O’Neill looks equally refreshed, I have to say!”

Smiling Naomi glanced towards his office and was rewarded with meeting his eyes head on; he gave her a brief, yet sexy look, before dropping his head to the pile of documents in front of him. Naomi gulped, every insecurity came racing to the surface. She just had to get through today, and get home. She’d be safe then, and able to take stock of all this. So with a half grin she headed for her own small office.

Mid morning and she was as busy as it seemed Conor was. She managed to get up and get a cup of coffee before being reburied in the mountain of work that was waiting. Reaching for her mug she slurped at the coffee, and a voice from the doorway commented, “Ah, things have changed have they? You always got me a coffee, now I’m having to get my own?” The indignation wasn’t real, but Naomi knew he was right; she had always got him a cup if she got one herself. He then gave her an annoyingly patronising wink and made for his own office with his own mug of coffee.

Half an hour later she wandered out to the reception area, “Gloria, I need that paper work that was due to arrive Friday evening, the Mackie case. Did it come?”

Gloria nodded, “I gave it to Mr O’Neill this morning, he wanted to see it too.”

Naomi sighed, that was her case, the only thing he’d let her manage herself, and now he was checking up on her? She couldn’t help but wonder if he would’ve done that a week earlier. Sighing she turned for his office, but paused as Gloria added, “He’s gone to court, something about a reshuffled date. I presumed he’d told you?”

Anger raced through her veins at the same time as disappointment, shame and regret, had she jeopardised this working relationship by literally sleeping with the boss?

Naomi ate lunch at her desk, a sandwich Gloria had picked up in the next door corner shop, with more extra strength coffee. Suddenly the physical and emotional stresses of the weekend were taking their toll. When she finished twenty minutes earlier than usual, she drove straight home.  After a long soak in a bubble filled bath, she was starting to rationalise again. Some hearty food, she’d eaten rich and slightly exotic food all weekend, and she’d feel tons better.

Conor had had a day from hell. The notification that a court date was brought forward to today didn’t arrive to the top of his to do list until half an hour before the start, so slightly under prepared he’d bombed to the court house at a rate of knots. It’d had been a difficult case, made worse by his uncharacteristic lack of preparation. And it had over run! Glancing at his watch as he reached his car, he saw it was after six. He’d wanted to get back to the office before it closed for no other reason than to talk to Naomi. He could tell she was struggling to deal with the new changes in their relationship and he needed to help her find guidelines for them both...then he’d disappeared without getting the chance to tell her. She’d be livid!

Suddenly the need to see her was even greater; he’d rather fight with an angry passionate Naomi than spend an evening alone. So exiting the car park, he turned left, away from his home, and in the direction of hers.

Cross the Line - 14

Chapter 14

As she was leaving the dance floor, the DJ announced the final song. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to resting, Naomi was physically and emotionally shattered. But her path was blocked by Conor. Groaning as he pulled her back on to the dance floor, she virtually collapsed against him. His strong arms held her up and he hummed against her hair.

                “You ok?” he asked his mouth close to her ear.

She nodded, “tired. I’m angry too that you seem to think everything is ok because you’ve changed your mind. You can’t throw comments around like that without screwing with someone’s mind!”

                “Sorry Naomi, I know today’s been hell. I promise we can talk tomorrow. Ok? Do you want to head up to bed? It’s almost midnight!”

Disappointed that he didn’t re-declare his love for her here, with intention, she had to settle for the indirect possibly drunken whisper and wonder just how sincere it was. And where did that leave her? He’d been married, had his heart broken before. Did that mean that love was such an easy thing for him to profess? Maybe since he’d been hurt it meant nothing and he’d do and say what he needed to get her where he wanted her?

Too tired to fathom it out, and also unable to resist the thought of sleep, she allowed him to lead her out of the ballroom, bidding their good nights to all they passed.

In the room there was an awkward moment. Naomi had changed into her pyjamas, and coming out of the bathroom spotted Conor already in bed. Pulling back the duvet he patted the mattress beside him.

                “I’ll behave, I promise.”

Gratefully she slid into the bed and sighed as she relaxed, finally comfortable.

Naomi had no idea what time it was when she woke up. Reaching for the side table, her fingers closed around Conor’s stylish yet heavy Rolex. Pressing the side switch a light lit the silver face and told her it was almost nine am.

Rolling back on to the pillow she sighed.

                “What time is it?” Conor groaned from her right. Then groaned again when she told him. “Damn! Are we about to miss breakfast again?”

He rolled over to look at her, “I haven’t had a lie-in in years! You are either a very bad or a very good influence on me. I haven’t worked it out yet!”

Sighing she pulled herself into sitting, “I wouldn’t like to say! I’m just going to take a shower.”

Conor opened his mouth to suggest it was a good idea and join her, but her silent glare caused him to slump back down onto the bed. He was lost. At some point the previous day he had realised that this meant everything. He’d finally started to deal with his demons, and Naomi may just about be the best thing that had happened to him. But she wasn’t responding to his change of plan, he’d thought she wanted him, that a commitment was everything. Now he realised it was an empty gesture. He had to find some way of showing her how serious he was. But how?

Naomi scrubbed herself for longer than was necessary angry that he hadn’t burst in after her, but also relieved that she hadn’t had to fight with him over that. Dragging a comb through her hair, she’d pulled on the complimentary robe before she felt ready to face him again.

When she emerged he was stooped tying the laces of his walking boots, “how long do you need? Breakfast has finished, but Patrick had assured me there’s a cafe a few miles away. I want to show you something, and it’s on the way.”

Naomi sat on the bed and plugged in the hairdryer, “ten minutes?”

He nodded, “I’m going to go and find the hire car, can you meet me in the reception? I’ll give you fifteen minutes.”

They drove through winding country roads; all the way, Conor pointed out places and linked them to various childhood antics. It was rugged yet beautiful countryside and she couldn’t fail to be fired with Conor’s enthusiasm. They pulled into a small village, and Conor abandoned rather than parked the vehicle at the side of the road.

The cafe was more of a tea shop, but as it was the middle of mass being held in the church, it was empty. Sitting in the window, Naomi reached for a menu.

                “Mmm, a bagel with salmon and cream cheese and a coffee por favour senor!” She asked snapping shut the menu.

Nodding, Conor made for the counter and ordered, and then joined her at the table.

                “So where are you taking me?” She asked as they stood and gathered their things to leave the cafe.

He was quiet and contemplative for a while, but then finally spoke as he slid his fingers through hers and led her along the narrow village lane. “You’ll see. You want to know me, want us to start trusting each other, so I wanted to show you somewhere...something that is well I’d say pivotal to me.” His voice was quiet, “the thought of you going yesterday, walking away from me gave me a reality check. I’ve been alone for a long time, and it’s hard to think about letting someone in. But I want to try,” he stopped and she turned to look at him, there was a look of honesty within his eyes, a look she’d not seen before.

With that he led her towards the church, and it was only as he stopped under a silver birch that she spotted the small row of gravestones, each adorned with various images of toys or cartoons characters. It was a children’s cemetery, and he’d stopped in front of the one engraved with the name Thomas O’Neill.

Naomi gulped, a sudden lump of emotion in her throat. Looking up she saw the raw emotion, the pain that was still fresh coursing over his face.

                “I don’t know what hurt more, Orla ignoring him, me not being the father, or being helpless to take his pain away. When they said I couldn’t be the father I felt numb, my world was over, but he still looked at me with the same dependence. It was then I knew it didn’t matter. He needed someone, and that bitch of a mother wasn’t there. So I stayed and talked to him, held him, loved him with all my heart. And then it was too much for him, or rather I could do no more.” He snatched at a stray tear that exposed the devastation he still felt at those torturous days. “When he died...part of me changed. I was harder, distant.”

He dropped her hand, then squatted to clear the weeds that covered the base of the headstone. Then he turned to look up at her, squinting against the sun, “I realise now that I had more connection with him than his own mother did, so what does a biological link mean anyway? It still hurts that she duped me, used me...but having him for the few days I did was a gift. And I finally really do see that. I’ve never brought anyone here because it hurt too much, but I’m so glad that you’ve seen, he was a little star, and maybe I was wrong to run, he doesn’t deserve to be hidden, does he?”

Naomi had tears in her eyes as she held out a hand for him and he pulled himself up to stand in front of her. She was overwhelmed by this step into the private and personal psyche of Conor that words failed her; all she could do was nod and pull him close.

They were both silent, lost in their thoughts as they made their way back to the castle. Naomi didn’t know what she thought, but she knew that this was a huge offer of commitment from Conor; this was him showing her that he trusted her. It felt good, but Naomi was still a little sceptical. She’d learned the hard way that all was rarely as it seemed.

As he parked the car, he turned to her, “so...there’s another party tonight...then there’s the spa...”

She’d never seen the cocky Conor so unsure. Smiling she finally took his hand, “I’m thinking a swim...then maybe a massage?”

He nodded enthusiastically, “I’ll book it now.”

Heading into the room she tossed the words, “I meant from YOU!” over her shoulder.

True to his word, Conor kept his distance, his desire for her was obvious, but he was holding back, eager and earnest, yet waiting for a sign from her. Yet outwardly, to all who observed he was a doting partner, showering her with affection. So they swam in the pool then lounged in the hot tub, where they were joined by Patrick and Lucinda who were also leaving the next morning.

                “Do you want to meet for dinner this evening?” Patrick asked. “We’ll be going home tomorrow, and if life is normal for us both we won’t see each other for ages.”

Conor nodded, “that sounds like a great plan.”

So they all arranged to meet at seven for a meal in the restaurant prior to the party that his family had planned for that evening. Heading back to their room, still in their robes, Conor disappeared into the shower.

When he emerged, Naomi was lying face down on the bed, naked bar the small towel that covered her bare bottom. His eyes flared and Naomi smiled knowingly to herself. Seeing the question in his eyes, she smiled, “someone promised a massage?”

Conor groaned, aware that his obvious arousal at the sight of her was more than evident. He’d long lost control of this situation, and that was hard for him to endure. The fact that he wanted her was without question, but he also knew that good things came to those who waited. At that moment, waiting was the furthest thing from his mind.

                “Massage?” he croaked, “ok!”

Climbing on to the bed, he sat astride her, his knees nestled beside her hips. She’d laid a bottle of oil out on the side table, and reaching for it he spread it on his hands, warming it between his palms. When he touched her skin, he lost his breath; it was such an erotic sensation.

The laugh had immediately been zapped out of Naomi, this was meant to be a punishment for him, a torturous experience, instead his warm, long fingers were like a breath caressing her skin, and her whole being zoned in to the path of his hands. This had well and truly backfired on her. As her heart raced, heat swirled through her body, desire causing a throb in her pelvis. The attraction of this man couldn’t be denied.  His hands ran over her shoulders, then down her trunk, his long fingers, just brushing the swell of her breast. An involuntary moan escaped her lips at that slight, almost contact, and she fought the urge to roll over, to offer his body to his talented hands.  She didn’t. Naomi wriggled against him and was rewarded with a similar groan from him, his hardness only growing against her buttocks. It was having the same effect on him.

Seeing her burying her face in the pillows to hide her expression, Conor gave a growl like chuckle, he was glad he wasn’t the only one burning up. Sat astride her trying to concentrate on a massage was taking every ounce of his control and will power. His mind was racing to all sorts of scenarios and he had to think very stern thoughts to keep his mind on the task.

Once he’d reached her lower back and softened the tense muscles to the best of his decidedly amateur ability, he jumped off the bed and dashed to the bathroom. Naomi was in some sort of mid heaven zone, her body tingled with anticipation, but she was also more relaxed than she’d felt in a long time. The sudden loss of the weight on her hips caused her to turn, to watch him almost run across the room. As the sound of the shower jets kicked in, she knew this was no hot shower. Smiling to herself, she reluctantly slid to her feet and wrapped a towel around herself. In this Freudian World of dating and love, she was enjoying the cat and mouse games. But life wasn’t a game, and she knew that today’s revelation was an attempt to make her believe that he was serious about her. She just had to fight that nagging voice in the back of her head that warned her that nothing was ever as it seemed!