sinking ships - succession

chapter twenty-two

It was middle of October.

Lukas was in New York with her and he was going to Norway tomorrow. He'd be gone on a company retreat for three weeks.

The fact that he wouldn't see her in person for three weeks seemed to make him pent up with frustration. He was relentless today and she had lost count how many times he had fucked her. But she didn't particularly mind.

Currently, they were in her bed and he was on top of her. He was between her legs as he thrusted into her harshly. Her legs were literally shaking from the last orgasm but he just kept going.

And it didn't take long with his brutal pace for her to come again. Her toes curled and her back arched as her muscles slightly spasmed from the overload of pleasure she was experiencing in such a short amount of time.

"Lukas, please," she pleaded.

She didn't know how much more of this she could take. And it was her little plea that did him in. He thrusted into her a couple more times before he came inside of her but he was wearing a condom.

He let out a low moan as he rested his head in the crook of her shoulder. He pulled out of her but still rested there before he started to kiss the skin of her neck that still wore his necklace. In fact, it was the only thing she wore which turned him on each time he saw it hanging between her breasts.

"I'm going to miss you so fucking much," he muttered as he continued to place soft kisses on her neck.

"It's only three weeks. I'm sure you'll be busy," she panted.

"Too long," he whined and he kissed her once more before he got up to go discard the condom.

Then he came back and laid next to her before pulling her into his arms. She leaned back against his chest as he spoke, "And I'm tired of fucking doing this back and forth between Sweden and here."

"So what?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "You're tired of coming to see me?"

            "No. Fuck no," he clarified immediately. "I'm trying to ask you to move in with me."

             It made more sense for her to move to Sweden than him to New York. Gojo had an actual physical location in Sweden and her fashion company didn't even have one. She just made designs that then got sent to warehouses to be made and it was still a private company so she never needed to advise board members or anything.

          She ran everything all by herself and then hired her own models for fashion shows. It was all very simple stuff. Her oil company since she wasn't CEO anymore, she only ever went to board meetings which she could just fly to New York for.

            She turned slightly to look at him, "You want me to move in with you?"

         "I don't like being apart from you. Like when we're apart I constantly think about being with you again," he twirled a finger next to his head to indicate he went over it in his head again and again. "Like I..."

          He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, "I just miss you and I don't want to miss you anymore."

          She thought about it for a moment before she smiled, "Yes."

          "Yes?" his eyes lit up.

          "After the retreat, I'll move in with you," she said. "Yes."

            He smiled softly before pulled her in for a kiss. Then he rested his forehead against hers as he pouted, "Now three weeks will be even longer."