DANGEROUS LUST: THE DEVIL WEARS A SUIT Book #1

by Teresa Wolf

  “Maybe we should step out of the bathroom,” Gabriel said, taking Hope’s arm.

  “I’m not leaving her,” Hope took her hand back.

  “We can’t be here,” Gabriel said sternly. “We might touch something that messes with the investigation.”

  Gabriel took Hope's hand again, and this time managed to lead her out of the bathroom. He closed the door behind them. Gabriel made sure to keep his hand on Hope, and before he knew it, she was hugging him, sobbing. He stroked her head, trying to comfort her.

  This was the first time they'd been in such proximity since the elevator, and Gabriel's body noticed. Hope hugged Gabriel fully, and he felt her body against his. If there was any a time to regress an erection magically, at will, this was the time. Just as Gabriel was about to give in to his desires, the police burst through the door.

  Hope turned away from Gabriel to direct them to the bathroom, where April’s body was. She waited at the bathroom door for them to confirm what she knew.

  As the police medical personnel examined the bathroom scene, the other officers escorted them out into the hallway. The police started questioning people, starting with the housekeeper, who looked as if she might need the rest of the week, at least, off.

  “Ma’am, you said the victim was your friend?” a police officer asked.

  “Yes, she was my friend,” Hope answered. Gabriel was right behind her, his hands on her shoulders to comfort her.

  “When was the last time you spoke to her?”

  “Last night.”

  “Can you recall the time?” he asked. “As accurately as you can, please.”

  "Sure, um," Hope started. "We weren't together during the day, but we met at the elevator down there by about 9:30 pm. We talked for a while after that, maybe about thirty minutes, and then we both went to our separate rooms."

  “Do you have anyone to corroborate these timelines?” the officer asked, taking something down on his notepad.

  “Why do you need to know these things?” Hope asked. “I thought this was a suicide.”

  "Well, as it turns out, ma'am," the officer sighed. "We believe your friend was killed, and it was staged as a suicide."

  “What?” Hope exclaimed. She looked up at Gabriel, remembering that he had speculated about the same thing just moments after entering the scene.

  “How do you know this, officer?” Gabriel asked, not minding Hope.

  “Well, the cuts on her wrists couldn’t have been self-inflicted,” he answered. “We’ll have to examine the body further, but a tendon on the left wrist was severed, making it impossible for her to have used that hand to cut the other. Whoever did this was smart and calculated, but they obviously were too enthusiastic about killing her, and they slashed her wrist too deeply to be believable as a suicide.”

  Hope had her hands over her mouth now, a new batch of tears making their way down her face. Gabriel felt sorry for her, but ultimately, being around her stirred up a sexual heat, one that apparently did not shy away in the face of grief. He had to distract himself, fully aware that standing behind her, feeling her ass with his crotch, was counterintuitive.

  “I can corroborate her story,” Gabriel said. “I was with her in the elevator just before she met her friend. I saw them meet up.”

  The mentioning of the elevator didn’t seem to help the situation. His erection only grew at this point as he couldn’t help but think of what had happened in the elevator. As embarrassed as he was about his untimely arousal, Hope didn’t seem to object. From where he was standing, Hope seemed to be leaning into him.

  “So, you met the friend?” the officer asked.

  “Briefly, yes,” Gabriel said. “At that point in the evening, Hope and I had to part ways.”

  The officer nodded and took down more notes. Hope didn’t seem to be crying anymore, and Gabriel knew why. He could feel her round ass against his dick, and now there was no doubt that Hope was grinding herself against it. She very slowly and subtly moved her hips around, left and right, up and down, creating friction between her ass and him. Gabriel took a deep breath, trying to hold himself together in front of the officers.

  "Do you know if there's anybody else who was in close proximity to this area, possibly in the building, that knew your friend?" the officer asked Hope.

  “No, not that I know of,” she answered. “It was just her and I as far as I knew. That’s why it’s hard to believe she was murdered. Who would want to do this?”

  Gabriel didn’t know if he should’ve been aroused or scared by how Hope was staying so composed while grinding her ass on his dick. There was no way she didn’t know, even if he could rationalize that the movement was accidental, there was no way she didn’t feel his erection. She was handling both situations so well; it was nothing short of impressive.

  The officer asked a few more questions before going back to the scene of the crime. Hope turned around suddenly to Gabriel, although he wasn't happy to have their temporary intimacy interrupted. She briefly glanced down at his erection, and then hugged him again. She pressed her body against his; there was no doubt – it was intentional.

  Gabriel’s hands were on her waist, but they soon made their way down to her ass, confidently squeezing. He was never the best at subtleties. He grabbed Hope by the wrist and led her into her room, avoiding attention from the officers and bystanders.

  Once the door had closed behind them, Gabriel pushed Hope against the wall, this time with her back facing him. He continued to grind her, reaching under her arms and squeezing her breasts. He kept one hand on her waist and the other on her boob, while he kissed her neck.

  They both began to breathe more heavily, and Hope was enthusiastic about grinding her ass against his dick. Gabriel reached under her shirt, his hands directly over her bra. Hope started to feel as if they had gone far enough; her friend had just died, and it was inappropriate. Even Gabriel, remembering this later with a clear mind, would think it was crazy. Gabriel finally reached under Hope's bra, holding her boobs directly.

  Hope felt his large, warm hands cup her a little aggressively, then he began to touch her nipples, and she decided this was as far as they were going to go.

  “Stop, stop,” Hope whispered. She didn’t want the cops to be suspicious of them.

  Gabriel took some time to get the message, so she said it louder, and he retreated. Hope turned around to face him, but he refused to move, so she was still against the wall, and there was hardly any space between them.

  “We can’t do this, not now” Hope gently pushed Gabriel away. “My friend just died; murdered right across the hall from where I was sleeping peacefully.”

  “I understand,” Gabriel nodded. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m the one who should feel bad,” Hope said.

  "You want to go out sometime?" Gabriel asked. "I mean, you can’t really play hard to get anymore, can you?”

  "Oh, you'd be surprised," Hope said as she walked out of the room, a devilish smile on her face.

  As she closed the door behind her, Gabriel bit his lower lips. He watched her leave, but he couldn't wait to see where this took him. Gabriel smiled, suddenly realizing that she'd never actually said yes to the date.

  3

  Over the following week, Hope had her hands full. She had to break the news to April's parents that their daughter had died on her watch. They tentatively set the date for the funeral for two weeks away, and for the time being, Hope had a lot of work to do at home. Hope and April had shared an apartment, and it was Hopes's job to pack up all of April’s belongings and take them to her parents.

  So, Hope spent the week after April’s death sorting out her stuff. It was a lot of work, but it helped take her mind off her friend’s death. Rearranging her house wasn't the only thing Hope did to take her mind off things – a big part chunk of her distraction was Gabriel. They hadn’t seen each other since that night at the hotel, but Gabriel seemed to make it his mission to call Hope every day. After about two days, Hope
started to expect the calls.

  By the end of the week, Hope was done with most of April's stuff. What remained were the small little things that Hope had to arrange in boxes. While she was sitting on the floor, looking at April’s pictures, her phone rang.

  “Good evening Mr. Lark,” Hope said as she picked the call. “Would you like to make a reservation?”

  “How about an invitation?” Gabriel replied. “You owe me a date.”

  “I promised you no such thing,” Hope laughed.

  “Oh, I noticed, but I’m holding you to it anyway,” Gabriel said.

  Hope chuckled. "I don't know; I have all this work that I have to do."

  “Ok, I’ve been talking to you every spare minute I’ve had for the past week, and I know for a fact that you’re practically done with clearing out her things,” Gabriel laughed. “Come on, spend the weekend with a billionaire. You deserve a break.”

  “Oh, you’re a billionaire? I hadn’t noticed.”

  “Yeah, me neither. Spent months owing rent only to find all this dough in my bank account.”

  Hope laughed. She thought about his offer and wondered if it was the right time, she couldn’t be as impulsive and reckless as she had been in the hotel.

  “Come on,” Gabriel said, breaking into her thoughts. “We’ve been talking all week, and I think we both need a break.”

  “Fine, you win,” Hope said.

  “Great!” Gabriel said. “The car is waiting outside, just hop in when you’re ready.”

  “What?”

  In fact, Hope had already noticed the black tinted limousine parked outside her apartment building. She knew without a doubt that it was his, the license plate was a custom; every one of his company's cars was. She figured he wanted to surprise her, so she played along.

  “There’s a car parked outside waiting for you,” Gabriel said. “Pack a small bag of clothes, maybe something sexy, and get in the car, don’t worry about anything else.”

  “But—” she began.

  “Hope, get in the car,” Gabriel ordered. “I’ll see you whenever you get here.”

  With that, Gabriel cut the call. Hope didn't waste any time getting ready. She didn't have to pretend not to be excited when he wasn't there. Things were going just as she wanted. There had been a few unexpected turns, April being a big one, but she didn't want to think about that, even though the guilt was trying its best to eat her alive.

  Hope took a total of fifteen minutes to get ready. She had packed her bags within the first five minutes, and she spent the rest of the time ensuring she looked the best she could. She wore light makeup, not too overbearing – simple but pretty. Once she was done, she went out to the limousine and got in.

  Hope had half-expected Gabriel to be waiting for her in the car, but he wasn't there. It was just her in the back seat, and there was enough room for about seven people. She couldn't see the driver through the tinted window, but once she closed the door, the car started to move.

  They drove for a several minutes, making their way into a less populated part of the city. As Hope looked out the window, she saw fewer and fewer people on the streets until all she saw was green. The road they were driving on seemed to run through a forest. Gabriel really loved his privacy, but now Hope knew why he lived in such a secluded area.

  Gabriel had vaguely told Hope about the threats and attempts on his life over the past month, and he had told her he’d decided to relocate for safety reasons. He seemed really paranoid, but she was hoping he would confide in her, which he already started to.

  The car drove into a large compound that Hope couldn’t make out very well through the tinted windows, and as soon as the car stopped, she got out. She was grateful for the air conditioning, but she loved to breathe in the fresh air. It somehow smelt greener than the air she was accustomed to, so every breath was sweet.

  Gabriel’s compound was wonderful. There was a fountain in the middle of the front yard, surrounded by a small, circular lawn. The house itself was a mansion, and it was clear that there was much more to the place beyond it.

  "You made it," Hope heard. It was the first time she'd seen Gabriel not wearing a suit, and he looked just as gorgeous in his grey t-shirt. She could see the shape of his body better, and she wondered how he had time to maintain such a chiseled body, considering how busy he was.

  “Well, you basically kidnapped me,” Hope said, walking up to him. “Lured me into your car with candy.”

  "You're mistaken," Gabriel said, taking her chin between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed her lips lightly and said, "You're the candy."

  Hope couldn’t help but blush. She bit her lower lip, which seemed to put him in a mood immediately, if he wasn’t already in one. As they stared into each other eyes, a large man stepped out of the car; he was clearly the one who had driven her here. He was a giant of a man – the kind of man that Hope guessed needed a custom-made everything because of his size. He had to be at least seven feet tall.

  “Tristan, thanks for bringing her,” Gabriel said.

  "Thanks, Tristan," Hope said. Either she had spoken to softly for him to hear her, or he just didn't want to respond to her. Tristan walked past them, his eyes hidden behind his glasses that were as black as his suit.

  “He’s not happy I invited you here,” Gabriel explained. “He’s responsible for keeping me safe. That’s his job, and he really is genuinely very protective, which just tells you that he was born to do what he does. We moved here because of the person that’s out to get me, and no one knows I’m here. He doesn’t like that I’m ‘compromising myself’ by bringing you here.”

  “Glad to know I made a good first impression,” Hope sighed.

  “You made a good first impression on me,” Gabriel said.

  “Alright, Gabriel Lark, billionaire playboy,” Hope said, walking past Gabriel towards the house. “Let’s see what you put in your new mansion.”

  Gabriel grabbed Hope's hand, dragging her back to him, and then he looked her in the eyes. "Call me Gabe."

  He walked past her, leading the way into the house. Inside, the house looked much more modern than it did from the outside. It was quite large with the only thing really taking up space in the entrance lobby, a giant staircase that whirled into the upper levels of the house. Everything was white, and the only things not made of marble were the doors, the chandelier and the white piano across the room.

  "It's a bit empty," Gabriel said. "I haven't really had time to get anything. It's been a particularly busy week."

  "Why 'particularly'?"

  “Well, I haven’t been able to travel, largely because of the threats,” Gabriel explained. “They blew up my helicopter, so who knows if any mode of transport is safe. I normally have to travel all over the place, but now I have to deal with everything from here, and it’s not been easy.”

  “Poor Gabriel Lark,” Hope pouted.

  Gabriel walked up to Hope slowly, staring intently at her once more. She felt very intimidated, looking up at him. Then, very seriously, he said, "Call me Gabe, I said."

  Hope swallowed. “Right, forgot about that.”

  A smile formed at the corner of Gabriel's lips. He took Hope's face in his hands, and inched into a kiss. However, before their lips had time to meet, his phone rang in his pocket. Gabriel rolled his eyes and sighed loudly as he brought out his phone.

  “One moment, please,” he said after checking who the caller was.

  Gabriel spoke on the phone for a while, and Hope decided to walk over to the piano – the only interesting-looking thing in the room. She sat down at the piano and played a melody, but dumbed it down a little. She didn’t want Gabriel to see how well she could play. However, Gabriel didn’t seem to be paying her any attention at all.

  He started to yell rather harshly at whoever was on the other end of the call. From what Hope could gather, the person had messed something up, maybe a good deal. Gabriel's voice got louder and louder until he physically started to shake in ange
r. He squeezed the phone in his hand and his knuckles turned white.

  To her own possible detriment, Hope inched towards Gabriel in an attempt to calm him down. Gabriel was already yelling threats at that point, but Hope didn't let him scare her this time. She walked up to him and took the phone from his hand. He shot her a dangerous look at first, but soon he began to relax. He stopped shaking, and once she touched his face, his frown disappeared. Hope gently pulled Gabriel's head down to hers, and then she kissed him.

  Hope's lips were soft, just as Gabriel had imagined. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he took her waist. They both kissed passionately, their tongues dancing a familiar dance that somehow felt new at the same time. Gabriel bent down and grabbed Hope's legs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her up the stairs into his room on the second floor, careful not to miss a step.

  Once he got to his room, Gabriel threw Hope on the bed, and then he took his shirt off and lay down on her. After a few seconds of kissing, Gabriel stood up and told Hope, "If you want to take this dress home in one piece, I suggest you take it off right now."

  Hope didn’t waste any time at all, unzipping her dress from behind and letting it fall to the ground. She unclipped her bra, but before she could take it off, Gabriel had pushed her onto the bed again. This time, Gabriel grabbed Hope’s panties and pulled them off, and then he spread her and knelt in front of her. He began to kiss her vagina.

  Gabriel’s tongue found Hope’s clitoris, and once it did, it didn’t let go. His tongue circled her clit, playing with it. His hands went up to her breasts, which were now bare, and after a moment of massaging, he started to rub her nipples between his fingers.

  The sensation that Hope felt from the combination of his effort was immense and unexpected. Her wrist was twined in his hair and she pushed against Gabriel’s face as he ate her out very skillfully, it was very obvious that he was in familiar territory.

  "Oh, my God," Hope moaned. She started to feel an orgasm approaching as he worked her, not sparing her with his fingers or tongue.