Page 9 of Johan. (Van Den Bosch #8)

Her words send a surge of desire through me, making me even harder as I continue stroking myself.

But then, the reality of what we did crashes over me like a cold wave.

The memory of coming inside her without protection floods my mind, and suddenly, a cold sweat prickles my forehead.

My hand stills as the weight of the situation sinks in.

“Hannah,” I say, my voice tinged with sudden urgency, “I forgot to ask… are you on the pill or something?” The question hangs in the air, and I feel a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest, the gravity of my oversight hitting me hard.

“I have started today,” she replies, and there’s a hint of hesitation in her voice that I can't ignore.

“Did you take something for yesterday?” My mind races with the possibilities and the consequences of our impulsive actions. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, each second stretching out painfully.

“I took another plan B, yes.” Her words bring a brief sense of relief, but it’s quickly overshadowed by guilt. The casual way she mentions it makes me realize the gravity of the situation and the risks we took without thinking.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think our meeting would lead to this,” I say, my voice tinged with regret. I hadn’t considered the aftermath in the heat of the moment, and now it feels like a weight pressing down on me. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. I went to a walk-in clinic after lunch to get a prescription and got started today. I’ll take it with my breakfast every morning.”

“And how long does it take to be reliable?” I ask, trying to mask the desperation in my voice.

“A week,” she responds, and I can hear the frustration in her tone.

“A week? Gosh, that’s a long time.” The words come out harsher than I intended, my own impatience and worry seeping through. The silence that follows is heavy, filled with unspoken fears and longing. Gosh, I wish I could touch her, ease the strain on us both.

Hannah seems to have the same idea, her previously calm voice dropping into a low purr on the other side of the line. “It is a long time, isn't it? Do you think you can wait that long?”

“I've waited longer than that for you before,” I laugh humorlessly. Sometimes it feels like I’ve waited a lifetime to have her. But I would wait a thousand of them as long as Hannah, all smooth skin and dark hair, was waiting for me at the end.

She isn’t about to get dragged back down into the seriousness of the previous conversation, though. Hannah is single-minded in her seduction. “What did you do then, when you had to wait? How did you...take the edge off?”

She knows what she’s doing to me, damn her. Frustrating, irresistible woman—I’m getting hard again already, and I’m more than happy to play this game with her. “Why do you ask?”

“Just tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Well,” I clear my throat, “I'd imagine you. That first night, I was remembering the way your lips felt on mine. Your smell. The warmth of you. And after that, I'd remember new things. Like the way your hair fell over your eyes as I fucked you, or the little noises you made as I went down on you.”

Hannah sucks in a breath, and there's a beat of surprised silence. My smile is wicked—she didn't expect me to turn the tables on her so quickly. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and soft. “Are you stroking yourself right now, Johan?”

I’d stopped when the conversation turned serious, but hearing the heat in Hannah's voice, even the idea of her, is enough to have my cock hard as steel. I close my fingers around the base, sliding upward slowly, and squeeze.

“I am, yeah.”

“Good,” she sighs, and there’s a hint of a moan in her voice, “Keep going.”

“Anything you want, princess. I won’t make you beg.

At least not yet—next time I have you, though…

” I chuckle, and the sound melts into a groan as I continue to stroke myself, a slow pace building to more.

Closing my eyes, I can almost picture her, the flush of her skin as she drives me to the brink with just her words.

“And if I wasn’t begging?” Her voice has gone breathy, and I bet she's touching herself too.

“Oh, you’d be begging.”

“What if I wasn’t, though?” She demands again, the tension in her voice rising.

“Then I'd keep licking, tasting, driving you out of your mind. Until you were, because you couldn't help yourself. And I wouldn't stop until you'd screamed my name.”

“That’s…” her breath hitches, and she lets out a tiny, stifled whimper.

“That’s the truth,” I tell her as I keep my hand firmly going up and down my dick. “The next time we’re together, I'm going to make you come so hard you won't know your own name.”

“Or maybe I'll start with fucking you,” she counters, panting on the other end of the line.

“Yeah? Tell me.”

“I'll wear one of those cute, little fit-and-flare dresses for you, in your favorite color. No panties. You'll be naked, with me on your lap. You’ll want to take control, Johan, but I won’t let you.”

I squeeze myself hard, trying to pace myself. “Fuck…” Can this really be my Hannah saying all these filthy things right now? Our need for each other blazes over the distance between us, so powerfully that I can almost feel her breath against my ear as she continues.

“Every time you're fully inside me, I grind down on you. The friction is almost more than I can bear, and I'm moaning and rocking back and forth, and saying your name.”

I can't stop myself. I groan into the phone.

“Johan,” she says, her voice rough and ragged, “are you close?”

“I am,” I admit, pressing my lips tight.

“Don’t come yet,” she insists. "I'm not done.”

“I’m listening, baby.”

“I've got my head thrown back, and my hair is hanging down my back.

Your hands are on my ass, and you're helping me move on top of you.

Your mouth is on my breasts, and your teeth and tongue are on my nipples, and it's so good, it's almost enough, but I want more. I want you, more than this, and I want it to never end.”

“Never,” I tell her, stroking faster and faster. The sound of my hand on my flesh is audible, and I know she hears it.

Hannah’s words are coming in short, breathy huffs. “Your hand moves between my legs, and your fingers start rubbing, and you're whispering in my ear.”

“What am I saying?”

She takes her sweet time to answer, and the silence is killing me. “Hannah? What am I saying?” I repeat.

“That you can’t believe how lucky you are,” she finally blurts out.

“That I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, and I feel so good. That you’ve never met anyone like me.” I close my eyes, and the picture in my mind becomes more vivid.

“And then it's not long before I'm coming.

God, you make me come so hard, Johan, and it's like nothing else in the world.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, and there's no way I can stop. My body arches, and my legs spasm as the orgasm washes over me, and I come all over my hand and stomach in thick milky ropes.

Neither of us speak for a moment, awash in the afterglow. Then, my sweet Hannah asks, “Did you…?”

“Yeah,” I sigh, grabbing a tissue from the box on the bedside table. “Yeah, I did.”

I hear her chuckling on the other side. “Well, glad I could help.”

“Thanks, love. I needed this tonight. Let’s catch up once Lady Margaret arrives, and we can finalize our strategy.”

“Of course," she replies warmly. “Sleep well, baby. We’ll sort everything out.”

We say our goodnights, and I hang up the phone, a sense of calm settling over me.

The night's earlier events recede into the background as I turn off the bedside lamp and slip under the covers.

With the comfort of our conversation wrapping around me like a blanket, I drift off to sleep, the troubles of the day easing into the shadows for now.