Channel: Private Pleasures Part 23

"I never lied to you when I said I loved you," Kyle told her.

"I know that too," Nora agreed.

"Are you angry?" he asked her.

Nora thought a moment. "No," she said. "Just sad."

He began to ma.s.sage her again, and when he had finished they went into the bedroom, where they climbed into the king-sized bed and began to make pa.s.sionate love to each other. And in his jail cell bunk Jeff Buckley dreamed that his wife, Nora, was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g another man. He saw her plainly. Beautiful. Young. And far more pa.s.sionate than he had ever seen her before. The h.o.r.n.y little b.i.t.c.h, he thought, and he tossed restlessly. And then he heard her cries of pleasure as the dark-haired man used her mercilessly over and over again. He could feel his own heart beating violently in his chest as he watched them. How could she betray him like that? She was having a really hot f.u.c.king party with the guy, who behaved as if she belonged to him and it wasn't the first time he'd had his big c.o.c.k up her wet p.u.s.s.y. He was going to kill the b.i.t.c.h when he got out of here. And all the while she had played the proper suburban matron. She sure as h.e.l.l wasn't behaving properly now. How long had it been going on?

And then Nora's lover turned her over onto her stomach. She knelt with her deliciously round bottom toward him. Leaning forward, she balanced herself on her folded arms. The guy had the biggest d.i.c.k Jeff had ever seen, and he slowly slid it into Nora's a.s.shole. Jesus! She'd never done it for him that way. He'd never even suspected she was that hot. A respectable man's wife wasn't supposed to be like that. Jeff could see Nora's face. It was alight with her pleasure. A look he had never seen. The guy was reaching beneath her to get at her c.l.i.t. Jeff's heart beat faster. He heard Nora's voice as plain as if she had been in the room with him.

"Do it!" she begged. "Do it to me, Kyle!" And then she looked directly at him. "Good-bye, Jeff," she said, laughing.

Jeff Buckley's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a large hand, and then it stopped entirely. There was a white light ahead, and a well-dressed man came forward smiling at him.

"h.e.l.lo, Jeff," the man said to him. "I'm Mr. Nicholas. I've been waiting quite a long time for you."

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR.

The idea for this novel came about several years ago when I read about the long-time wife of a very wealthy businessman who was being divorced by her husband so he might take a younger wife. The gentleman in question wanted to give his wife a bare minimum of what he had. She sued for half of what he had, including an interest in his pension, and she won. And subsequent courts upheld her. Her attorneys had reasoned that the lady was responsible in part for her husband's success by being there to entertain his clients, raise their children, and give him the all around backup he needed to succeed.

The lady was very lucky. Most women being divorced don't have that option. Those who have been in long-term marriages, who have no work experience like Nora, or who have been out of the workplace for so long that their skills are no longer viable, usually end up barely subsisting. And the women with children generally find themselves in poverty, or just above what is called the poverty level in this country.

But what, I thought, would happen if the wife about to lose everything got to turn the tables on her unfaithful mate, and ended up with it all? And what if she also got everything she had ever secretly desired? But be careful, my friends, for what you wish. The road to h.e.l.l is more often than not paved with n.o.ble intentions, and in the end good must always win out over the dark side as Nora's tale has shown you. She was betrayed, and badly treated. But in the end she was responsible for the death of another human. And she is paying the price for it. But Kyle remains by her side.

He always will for if Nora did not find true love in her own reality, she has it now in the reality of The Channel.

About the Author.

Bertrice Small is a New York Times best-selling author and the recipient of numerous awards. In keeping with her profession, she lives in the oldest English-speaking town in the state of New York, founded in 1640, and works in a light-filled studio surrounded by the paintings of her favorite cover artist, Elaine Duillo. Because she believes in happy endings, Bertrice Small has been married to the same man, her hero, George, for forty years. They have a son, a daughter-in-law, and three adorable grandchildren. Longtime readers will be happy to know that Nicki the c.o.c.katiel flourishes along with his fellow housemates; Pookie, the long-haired greige and white; Honeybun, the pet.i.te orange lady cat with the cream-colored paws; and Finnegan, the black long-haired baby of the family.

BOOKS BY BERTRICE SMALL.

The Kadin.

Love Wild and Fair

Adora

Unconquered

Beloved.

Enchantress Mine

Blaze Wyndham

The Spitfire

A Moment in Time

To Love Again

Love, Remember Me

The Love Slave

h.e.l.lion

Betrayed.

Deceived

The Innocent

A Memory of Love

The Dutchess

THE O'MALLEY SAGA.

Skye O'Malley

All the Sweet Tomorrows

A Love for All Time

This Heart of Mine

Lost Love Found.

Wild Jasmine

SKYE'S LEGACY.

Darling Jasmine

Bedazzled

Beseiged