Saving Scarlett- 18+ (PREVIEW)

4: Duke

After leaving the bar, I headed towards my buddy's place. It was his bachelor party tonight and I actually wasn't looking forward to it. I hated these things, but he's been like a brother to me for years so I agreed to go.

I was still sporting a buzz when I pulled into his driveway and not able to stop thinking about a long-legged brunette beauty that just rocked my world. I never thought about a woman after sleeping with them, but this woman had my mind twisted and my cock stirring in my pants for more.

"Hey, brother!" Kale greeted me with a shoulder slap. "Beers in the back and the strippers will be here any minute. Make yourself at home."

I wasn't surprised to hear that he hired strippers and I was definitely not in the mood to deal with that tonight so I figured I'd grab a beer and sit this one out.

But after taking a seat on the couch, the guys erupted in cheers and I knew the strippers were here. I sat back as I watched three sexy as hell women walk through the group of men and then my heart fell into my stomach when I recognized one of them.

Scarlett. The woman I would never forget about.

She was dressed in a sexy, tight police uniform that barely covered her assets and began dancing against some of the men. To say I was furious was an understatement. She was far too beautiful to be the type of woman to be in this line of work. But here she was, and here I was, pissed as hell.

I watched her entertain the men, dodging their grabbing hands as she went, and then she was right in front of me. She leaned forward and allowed me to stare at this luscious ass of hers that I liked so much before she pressed it against my crotch. My cock stirred in my pants but I reigned in my desire for her because we were in a living room full of other men.

Then she leaned back against me and wrapped her arm around me and I couldn't hide the grin on my face. She either has no idea that it's me she's dancing on or she's doing a really good job at pretending like she doesn't.

But then she looked at me and I saw the color drain from her face as she quickly stood up and spun to stare down at me. She looked freaked out and I couldn't blame her. It was almost the same reaction I had when I first saw her coming into the house looking like this.

"Scarlett," I rasped out, staring intently into her eyes while keeping my jaw tight. I really wanted to see her again, just not like this.

"Duke," she replied, giving me a small nod. Then her face changed as she began dancing again, straddling my lap and pressing her cheek against mine. It took everything I had not to grab a hold of her. I also wanted to carry her out of here, taking her away from this, but I barely knew here. She'd probably call the cops on me, even though I am the cops.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

I chuckled into her ear. "This is my friend's bachelor party."

She leaned back from me, still grinding against me while pressing her breasts together in front of me, squeezing her nipples. I won't lie and say that it wasn't turning me on, because it was, but I wasn't comfortable about this situation.

I watched her with dark, brazen eyes before staring up into hers. Her face changed again and she looked a bit uncomfortable and I couldn't blame her.

I grabbed at her fake cop uniform then and said, "Even though this is really sexy," I stopped to look up into her eyes, "did you know it's against the law to portray a police officer?" I cocked an eyebrow at her while I grinned. I wanted to see what she had to say about that.

"Well, it's a good thing I won't be wearing it much longer, isn't it?" She asked before tearing the shirt completely off and throwing it. The guys yelled out several cat-calls and made my blood boil. Then the blonde dancer that came in with her started completely stripping, pulling their attention away from Scarlett.