Lady Boss by Jackie Collins

we’ve all been working on for over a year. I can’t risk blowing it.’
    Fortunately Lennie knew nothing about what went on at Stanislopoulos Shipping – he’d never shown any interest, and she’d never volunteered information. Her story sounded plausible.
    â€˜Shit!’ he grumbled. ‘Why did I have to marry a business tycoon? I never fucking see you.’ He leaped off the bed and stalked into the bathroom.
    â€˜Because I excite the hell out of you,’ she yelled after him. ‘And with anyone else you’d be bored. C’mon Lennie, admit it.’
    The sound of the shower drowned her out. God damn it, he wasn’t taking this well.
    Stubbing out her cigarette, she followed him into the bathroom and into the shower, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
    â€˜Quit,’ he said sternly, attempting to shake her off.
    â€˜Don’t be a pain in the ass,’ she replied, hanging on. ‘This is only a delay. I’ll be there. After all, it’s not like you’re going to be a free person. You’ll be working every day, and you know I hate to sit around playing the wife role.’
    â€˜I had other plans,’ he said, reaching for the soap.
    â€˜What other plans?’ she demanded, sneaking her hands around to the front of his body, cupping his balls and going for the main event.
    â€˜Listen, lady, sex ain’t gonna get you out of this one,’ he warned, turning to face her as the lukewarm water cascaded over both of them.
    â€˜
What
other plans?’ Lucky demanded a second time, sinking to her knees.
    â€˜No you don’t.’ Weakly he attempted to push her away. ‘You can torture me all you want, but I’m not telling.’
    She flicked his growing hard-on with her tongue. ‘Tell!’ she insisted. ‘Give me the information or you’re in big trouble!’
    â€˜No… way,’ he managed to groan.
    Her tongue teased him lightly, causing him to change his mind. He began to thrust against her.
    Now it was her turn to back away. ‘Tell,’ she repeated sternly. ‘Or suffer.’
    They were both beginning to break up. The crisis was over.
    Urgently he grabbed the back of her wet hair, pressing her head towards him.
    She wriggled free and slipped out of the shower.
    â€˜Jesus! Now I
really
know what prick-tease means!’ he muttered through clenched teeth, following her from the shower.
    With a quick lunge he caught her in the bathroom. They both fell to the floor, naked, slippery, and laughing.
    â€˜Gotcha!’ he muttered triumphantly, spread-eagling her arms, and pinning her legs with his body as he manoeuvred into position.
    And then he was pounding into her and the words came out, surprising both of them.
    â€˜I… want… you… to… have… our… baby. And… I… don’t… want… any… excuses. OK, Lucky, OK?’

Chapter 11
    Under the guiding hand of Mickey Stolli, Panther Studios was a changed place from the days when Abe Panther was in charge. Once it had been one of the great old studios making tasteful, stylish films, but Mickey had made sure that Panther moved with the times. As he was so fond of saying at meetings, ‘It’s the frigging eighties, for chrissake. Let’s give the dumb unwashed what they
really
wanna see.’
    What Mickey wanted the public to see was multiple violence with an avalanche of tits and ass. Not harmless tits and ass, but the pornographic kind. Girls being stripped, terrified, mutilated, raped, and murdered. On film, of course. In fact, whatever he and his willing team of writers, directors, and producers could get away with.
    These were not big movies star-wise, but they were huge money-makers all over the world – every one of them. They were cheap to shoot, cost nothing to put out, and were easy to produce.
    America the great. They could kick the hell out of women up there on the