Stern Desire Love Redeemed

by Leah Shay

  I handed him the keys to the Benz that Jared insisted I drive to work. "You heard about that incident at the light?"

  Without a response, he opened the passenger side door for me to get in.

  "So was it Shai who has been following me all week?" I asked J.C. when he got in the car.

  I looked back and the black Dodge was behind us.

  "Yes, she is your bodyguard."

  "My bodyguard! I told Jared I didn't need a bodyguard."

  J.C. was silent.

  "Where is she from?"

  "She's Israeli."

  "Israeli?"

  "She is ex-Mossad, and very good at what she does. Don't let her size and demeanor fool you. She is the best, very lethal, and will protect you at all cost."

  "Why do I have an ex-Mossad as my bodyguard? Aren't they like spies and assassins, trained to kill?" I was flabbergasted.

  "As I said, Kyra, she's the best at what they do."

  "Do I need a bodyguard, J.C.? Is there something I need to know?"

  "Kyra, I know Jay better than anybody else. We go way back. He protects the ones he loves, and if he thinks you need protection you do."

  "Do you think I need protection? Maybe he's overreacting."

  He silently stared at the road ahead.

  "Please, J.C. I won't say anything."

  "Yes, you do need protection, and Jared trusted me with this task."

  "Is Nate in danger?"

  "No, he's not, Kyra." He stared ahead.

  I did not believe he answered me honestly. I remember Jared once said that his business dealings had left him with his share of enemies. Did my relationship with him place me and my son in danger?

  We drove the rest of the way to Jared's apartment in silence. I'd just have to find a way to get the truth out of Jared.

  Jared's apartment was quiet. He had already left for work. Shai followed me in and then disappeared down the hallway. Anxious to get out of my work uniform and take a long, steamy, hot shower, I made my way across the living room.

  "Good morning," Aunt Maggie said from the top of the stairs.

  "Aunt Maggie!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

  "Jared asked if I could come and take care of you and Nate."

  "Aunt Magg, you didn't have to."

  "I'm happy to be here. Where else do you think I'd want to be?" she asked as she made her way down the stairs.

  "Nate is at school?"

  "We took him."

  "We?"

  "Jared and I."

  "Did anything happen that I need to know about?"

  "No," she answered certainly. "We were both heading out at the same time and he offered to take us there."

  Nate's school was an hour away in the opposite direction from Jared's office, so I was skeptical. I needed more info, yet I could not make Aunt Magg suspicious.

  "So, how did Nate feel about Jared taking him to school?"

  "He was thrilled at the idea and even more so when Jared offered to walk him in."

  Why would he walk him in?

  Aunt Maggie looped her hand through mine and we climbed the stairs together. At the end of the hall, she opened a door. The once empty room was now Nate's room. He definitely would not miss his room at home when he was here on weekends. He had everything he wanted and more. Next to Nate's room was Aunt Maggie's. I wished Jay had told me these things. He took everything from my life and placed it right in his without consulting me first.

  "I'm happy you're here." I hugged Aunt Magg. She had never had kids of her own, never been married. We were her life.

  I placed a call to Jared as I made my way back downstairs to take the shower my fatigued body desired.

  "Good morning, my love," Jared answered his phone.

  "Are you busy?"

  "Not for you."

  "Can you imagine how surprised I was when I got to your apartment and Aunt Magg was there?"

  "Our apartment, and that was my intent. I wanted to surprise you."

  "And I was, Jared, but it's decisions like these I wish you would discuss with me first. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad they're here and I know you meant well."

  "Then it wouldn't have been a surprise if I had told you first. My home is yours and Nate and Aunt Magg are welcome there. Home away from home."

  I did not want to argue with him. Instead, I decided to pay him a visit. My first time at his office.

  I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I got dressed in an ivory corset bodice dress with a tiny, pink jeweled belt. A very sexy, fun, flirty dress. The skirt was pleated and caught me a few inches above my knee showing plenty of leg, and the pink Louboutin pump defined my calves and did wonders for my legs.

  "Kyra, are you going out?" J.C. asked. He and Shai were huddled over some paperwork at the kitchen counter.

  "I would like to pay Jared an unexpected visit."

  "I'll take you, Miss Harris," Shai said and strode toward the door.

  Shai and I took the elevators to the 15th floor of the Onyx Building. The receptionist at the desk smiled and welcomed us to Stern Enterprise. Shai waved and I followed her to another elevator, discretely hidden away from the others, where she punched in a code, scanned her palm, and the door opened. We took the elevator up an additional four floors. We exited the elevator and at the end of the hall was a huge glass wall with a smartly dressed, middle aged woman behind the desk. The glass door quietly slid open. She stood up and came around the desk with her hand extended for a handshake.

  "Miss Harris, I'm Jess. I'm so glad to finally meet you."

  I shook her hand. "Please call me Kyra."

  "Certainly. J.C. called ahead and told me you were on the way."

  "It's a surprise. Does Jared know I'm coming?"

  "Oh no," she replied. "I think he's on the phone."

  "Can I go in?"

  "Certainly."

  "Thank you. It's a pleasure, Jess."

  "Likewise."

  The huge double door with the signature "S" carved into it opened silently, and I gently closed it behind me. I leaned against the door watching him, admiring his office. Jared was standing facing the glass wall that overlooked the city and the Bay. He was on the phone.

  "Jack, I saw the income statements, cash flow, allocation of revenue, profit projection. I saw it all and I know right now it does not look good, but we have to do this, and liquidation of St. Mary's South assets is not an option."

  He paused listening to Jack. Frustrated, he ran his hand over his head.

  "This is very important to me, Jack. The other hospitals in the system have carried St. Mary's South for years. We also have the surplus. The hospital serves those who cannot afford insurance, and I don't want that to change because we are going private. We'll have to make it work, Jack," Jared said adamantly and then listened for the response.

  "I don't have to report to anyone," he said crisply. "It's not always about the money. Send the paperwork."

  He was less abrasive now. "Say hi to Julie and the girls for me."

  Jay hung up the phone, but did not move. He stood motionless in front of the glass wall, his hand folded across his chest staring out the window deep in thought. His strong, masculine physique beckoned to me. I wanted to rest my cheek against his powerful back and wrap my hands around him, stroking his well-built, muscular chest. He was fighting to save St. Mary's South to keep it the way it was, to serve the people it had always served. He was fighting for the poor, homeless, and uninsured. He was fighting because he knew how much this meant to me.

  My phone in my handbag rang. Jay turned and dashed toward me. He pulled me in his arms, and our lips met soft, warm, and tender.

  "I like this surprise," Jared said. He stuck his head outside the door and told Jess to hold his calls. Then he locked the door behind us.

  "Nice office, nice view."

  "Would you like the grand tour?"

  "I did not come here for a grand tour, Mr. Stern." I took his hand and led him to his chair.

  "
Sit," I ordered. He smiled and immediately obeyed.

  "Mr. Stern, I have a situation."

  He lifted his thick, beautifully arched eyebrows. Any woman would have killed for those natural beauties.

  "I'm here to get my fix. I've been going through withdrawal...and let's officially christen your new office."

  I sat on the desk in front of him and placed a foot on each armrest on either side of him. With my legs wide apart, my dress rode up to my mid-thigh.

  "I get the christening part, but what fix are you talking about?" He was feigning ignorance.

  "Mr. Stern, I'm an addict and I'm going through withdrawal." I slowly opened and closed my legs. His eyes were transfixed on my legs as they opened and closed; he was hypnotized by them.

  "Withdrawal?" he asked absentmindedly.

  "You are my drug, Mr. Stern. Now I personally know what it feels like to be an addict and go through withdrawal." I continued to open and close my legs. His eyes traveled up my legs to the meeting of my thighs.

  In a sexy voice I continued. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I'm sweating profusely, very irritable and restless, and I'm having this ache all the way down here." I placed my hand between my legs to the spot that had held his eyes captive.

  "Mr. Stern, only you have the cure."

  In a flash, Jared was out of the chair and I was flat on my back on his desk, my legs held up in the air. My dress was above my waist and I was exposed.

  "No underwear. I like...You never cease to amaze me, Kyra." He looked deep into my eyes. "Now how am I going to cure your withdrawal? How can I stop the ache down here?" He slid his hand between my legs. I moaned and raised my hips as he continued to caress my clit.

  "Do you want me to make love to you, or..."

  "Forget the foreplay, Jared, and fuck me." I wanted him so bad it hurt.

  "Kyra, baby," he said teasingly. "That's no language for a lady."

  "I'm your perfect lady, except behind closed doors when these two hot bodies meet and if Nikki Wild comes out to play. I'm that dirty tramp who will do anything to make you happy."

  I grabbed his tie and yanked him down. "Kiss me."

  He did hard and deep. Then he grabbed my legs and yanked me to the edge of his desk. I heard his pants fall to the ground, and he was in me forcefully. I welcomed him, all of him. The momentum built, the sweet pain, the unbearable pleasure as he welded his powerful weapon in me deeper and deeper into an abyss of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I shivered uncontrollably, from the amazing, overwhelming ecstasy. I closed my eyes; my hand went to my belly, the baby. The thrusting stopped. He pulled me to my feet, his penis glistening with my juices pointing majestically upwards. Jared turned me around and bent me over the desk exposing my butt. He lifted my left leg and placed it on the chair. He entered me again slowly. I pushed back on him meeting his thrust eagerly, wanting him buried deep within me. He gave me what I wanted; his powerful hips plunged his manhood so deep within me, I felt a stinging sensation in the area between my v-jay and ass and I knew I had a tear or maybe two. Stopping him never crossed my mind; I wanted to please him more than anything. Jared had taken me places sexually that I thought were impossible for me. Never had I imagined that I could have an orgasm, and feared that the sexual inadequacies that had plagued me would interfere with our relationship, prohibiting me from reciprocating the passion he so willingly bestowed on me.

  "Oh Kyra, you are so, so sweet," he moaned. "I love you, Kyra. This coochie is going to fucking kill me."

  What woman does not want to feel like she has the right stuff for her man? That her v-jay is the best he has ever had and is all he will ever need? To see his insatiable passion and need for her reflected in his eyes? He can never get enough, and consumes her as if she is the source of life. I've felt it. I've seen it. I had it all.

  He pinned my shoulder to the desk. Steadily and vigorously, he fucked me until I was sore. I swallowed him up, the exquisite pain. The urgency to pee returned, but I tried to hold it in. I tightened my pelvis. It was maddening. He entered me deeper, slow, steady, and forceful; a slow, tingling, electric current flowed from my head through me and I came. Jared positioned me back on his desk, my legs hoisted in the air. My pink flower opened up for him. His tongue sank into the sweet, dainty flesh extracting the nectar of our resulting pleasure.

  Holy fuck! I thought as his tongue entered me over and over, his mouth devouring me: sucking, licking, and probing me. The warmth returned and he slid two fingers in me, filling the emptiness deep within, and summoning the soreness of my well-fucked v-jay. His tongue licked my still erect clit, sucking and gently pulling at the firm, aroused organ.

  "Oh, baby," I moaned. The ache, tension, tingling in my pelvis were insurmountable.

  My toes curled as the electricity flooded through me and I came again. This had never happened before two times in a row. He lifted me off the desk and carried me through a door that was disguised within the paneling of the wall to his private quarters. A well-decorated apartment consisting of a bedroom, bathroom, a bar, living room and kitchen. He placed me on my feet in the bathroom, and that was when I realized the enormity of the injuries to my v-jay. It was on fire. Jared saw me winced.

  "Kyra, did I hurt you?" A worried tone in his voice.

  "Just a bit sore. Don't worry about it."

  I tried to down play my agony knowing it was not intentional and not wanting him to feel guilty, but I didn't think he bought it. Things like this happened in the heated thrall of passion - the involved organs could get damaged. I could have said something, but since I'd come to realize that my sexual fulfillment was linked with pain, I had been pushing myself to the limit. I knew now not to be too zealous and beg for more while in certain positions. He loved it when I begged for more and was more than willing to oblige, not knowing the tool he was blessed with could cause some serious damage.

  "I'll be waiting outside." He left and closed the door behind him.

  Trying to wash myself in the shower was like pouring salt in a wound. I was in agony. Jared was in the sitting area, a glass in hand, deep in thoughts. I walked over and sat on his lap, trying not to exhibit any signs of pain as I did so.

  "How bad are you hurt, Kyra?"

  "Jay, please don't go there. Don't spoil this day," I begged.

  "Show me."

  "Jay, something happened today that has never happened before. I came twice and you took me there. Please, babes, don't ruin it."

  "Go lie on the bed and let me see," he insisted.

  Obediently I lay on the bed and spread my legs for him. He gently examined my battered lips.

  "Kyra, you are so swollen, red, and bruised. This must be very uncomfortable." The remorse was evident in his voice.

  Uncomfortable was putting it mildly. My v-jay felt as if it were ablaze. He stood up and went back to the chair.

  "Jared!" I shouted as I got up and straightened my dress. "If you spoil this day for me, so help me God when you get to the apartment I will be gone...I'm sorry I came...no, I take that back. I'm glad I came here. I had a first-time, unbelievable experience and I'm not going to let your sorry mood spoil it for me."

  I picked up my bag. "Goodbye, Jared." I turned toward the door.

  "Stop, Kyra," Jared said resigned.

  I stopped, smiled to myself, and turned around. It worked. He came to me and put his arms around me.

  "Please let me know in the future if I'm hurting you," he asked.

  "I will," I agreed. "Are we good?"

  "We're good." He kissed me gently. "Let me change and walk you out."

  "Are you going to shower?"

  "No, I want to smell you on me all day."

  I smiled. Gross but sexy.

  "That was very nice of you to take Nate to school." I followed him into his closet filled with expensive, tailor made suits.

  "I think he liked it."

  "I'm sure he did. Did you walk him in?"

  "I haven't been there in years, and as we pulled up to the school I deci
ded to walk him in and say hello to Mr. Wilkers, the principal."

  "Please do not spoil my son. I don't want him to become like those rich, pampered kids who think they are larger than life, so please do not use your influence and power in any way..."

  "Kyra, you have raised a very grounded kid and an outstanding student. I would not do anything to interfere. I promise."

  "Jared, I'm not sure what kind of dangers my son might be in from me being with you. I need to know, is Nate safe?"

  "Yes, he is safe, but can I make a suggestion?"

  "Sure."

  "Can you arrange for him to use the private entrance for drop-off and pick-up?"

  I did not even know such a thing existed. For the two years he'd been going there, we dropped him off at the front of the school, and in the evenings he waited out front with his teacher until a parent or guardian picked him up.

  "No long lines, and it's private. A safety precaution includes your pull-up password being verified for his release and then someone brings him out."

  "Jared, I know you think I can't handle it, and I've given you reasons to believe that when we were in New York and I totally flipped out from those tabloid reports. But I need to know what's going on especially when it comes to my son's safety."

  "Babe, Nate is safe. Please stop stressing yourself."

  He didn't think I could handle it, and I didn't blame him because I didn't believe I could either.

  He changed his suit and I helped him with his tie. "What time will you be home?" I asked.

  "I like the sound of that. I like that you and Nate will be there waiting when I get home." He kissed me and I smelt my feminine juices on his lips.

  "Are you ready for the grand tour?" he asked.

  "Some other time, babe. I'm tired and need to get some sleep." The real truth was that I was in so much discomfort, I needed to get back to the apartment and apply an ice pack to my burning v-jay. At the elevator he took me in his arms. "I'll be home by six."

  "Thanks for everything."

  "Can you be more specific?"

  "Thanks for fighting for St. Mary's, for making your home ours, and thank you for getting rid of my withdrawal symptoms."

  "It was my pleasure, Ms. Harris. I've been thinking, babes, why don't we work on changing your surname?"