Free Caught Up In You (Edgeplay Part 2) by Jenna McCormick

“We’re expecting a Doctor Trammel. Please see that she is escorted up as soon as she arrives.”
    Justin nods and steps into the elevator and the two guards that rode up with us make a discreet exit.
    “The doctor is coming here?”
    “Of course. What did you expect?”
    “That we’d go to her office. Or she’d phone in a prescription for me to pick up. My doctor could do that.”
    “It’s Sunday. Most doctors’ offices are closed. And no Ob/GYN worth her salt would start you on birth control without a physical exam.”
    The time of reckoning is at hand. “Connor, I’m not going on birth control. I agreed to take the morning after pill, that’s all.”
    Dark eyebrows draw down. “You have to. After what happened I don’t trust condoms. Take whatever method you wish, but you need to be put on something. It’s the only logical option.”
    He sounds as though he’s some great lord, granting me a boon, saying I can choose what I do with my body. “Not if I’m abstaining from all sexual activity.” I say sweetly.
    He stares at me as though I started babbling in ancient Greek. “What are you talking about?”
    “You, me, whatever this is, is now over. We’re done.”
    “No,” he turns around.
    “No?” I follow him. What is he, three years old, telling me no and then leaving to end further discussion? “Connor, I can’t be with someone who keeps hurting me.”
    “When?” He stops and I slam into his broad back, though not hard enough to knock me on my ass. “When did I hurt you?”
    I hear that thread of panic and move to stand in front of him. “Not physically hurt. Emotionally hurt. You cut me open earlier, what you said about regretting being with me.”
    He rears back. “I never said that.”
     “Not exactly but—”
    He interrupts me. “What I said was I wanted to unfuck the situation.”
    “Yes, and when I asked you if you would unfuck me given half a chance you didn’t deny it! That hurts, Connor!” Exasperated, I throw my hands in the air.
    His expression is the very definition of pole-axed. “Why deny something so ridiculous? Of course I wouldn’t unfuck you, if that were even a possibility. Which it isn’t.”
     “I have to sit down.” Did I really believe I could understand how this man thinks?
     Taking me by the elbow, Connor leads me to the living room and pushes me down onto a brown leather chair. I put my head in my hands.
    Connor moves away and I listen to the sound of him striding down the hall. I hear the chiming of a clock striking the half hour and the soft, steady thrum of the air conditioning unit. The suction of a door, the clink of a glass and then Connor’s steady footsteps returning.
    “Here,” He hands me a glass of water, then crouches down before me. His eyes are filled with worry. I want to reach out and stroke his strong jaw but he’s caused me so much pain over the past few hours. How do I know he won’t do it again?
    Those navy irises stay fixed on me as I drain the glass. I have to look away. “This isn’t working, Connor.”
    “Don’t leave me.” The words are filled with a broken desperation. Gone is the man in charge. He sounds like a little boy afraid I’m going to leave him in the woods.
    Anger simmers that he’s playing on my emotions. “You can’t treat me like this.”
    “I just wanted to make it better. To make you safe.”
    Safe? What the heck is he talking about? I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
    He opens his mouth but no words come out. Snapping his teeth together he whirls and stalks toward the window. “There’s a great deal I have to tell you. About me and my life. I’m a businessman, I own several fortune 500 companies and I have enemies who want to hurt me. People that hate me because I fired them or their loved ones, or just because I turned my grandfather’s inheritance into even more money. They’d hurt me and anyone around me just to strike out at me for succeeding. It’s part of the reason I’ve