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There was that maddening smile again.

“It’s the universe telling us to kiss again.”

I stared at her.

“Little girl, the last thing I want to do is kiss.” I took a step toward her, closing the distance between us. Her eyes widened, and for a second, I watched her chest rise and fall, that little black dress leaving little to the imagination. “I want to fuck. Hard. Fast. Something you’re too young for.”

I watched another blush spread over her creamy skin. My fingers itched to touch her, to press against her flesh and watch it change color.

“Okay,” she breathed. “We start slow and work up to that.”

God, someone help me. Or help her, because I was seriously falling into temptation to show her exactly what I wanted to do to her.

“You’re starting to scare me, my little stalker,” I grumbled. “And I want to spank your ass until it’s red and you’re moaning my name.”

Her breath caught.

“Good, we’re moving in the right direction.” She straightened her shoulders, holding my gaze. “But don’t call me a stalker. It gives me the creeps.”

I gave my head another shake, chasing all these idiotic images out of my head.

“Go home, Sienna.”

She pressed her soft body against me.

“Make me,” she whispered, watching me stubbornly.

At this rate, every good intention I’d had about staying away would go straight to hell.

“Ladies, groom-to-be,” Kyran announced, dragging me to the present. We entered the main room of the sex club and led us to the bar while a row of strippers greeted us. Kyran nodded at them, and on cue, they started throwing glitter and dancing like this was some kind of magic show.

“Before we start,” Kyran said, taking a seat at the bar, “a toast, then a game.”

“What game?” Aiden asked what I was thinking, and we both narrowed our eyes at him.

“Luck o’ the Irish Fortune Spins. Remember when we used to play it with our sister?”

Jesus Christ, I’m too old for this shit.

I groaned. “That’s a dumb game and we only did it to entertain Margaret.”

Our sister had a blissfully happy marriage, and although we rarely saw her anymore, we were still close. Well, as close as you could be with a mother to four children who were young and wild.

“Agreed,” Aiden said. “Just give him the gift and call it a day.”

“Yes, brother,” I agreed. “Just hand me whatever trinket you bought and let me be on my way.”

“Absolutely not,” Kyran grumbled. “First, you ruin the whole concept of a bachelor party by demanding we host it in the morning. Then you don’t even bother to look at the strippers. And now you expect me to just hand you your gift?” He tsked. “You have to work for it.”

Frustration prickled at the back of my neck. I needed to get this over with and get back to Sienna.

I shot a look at my oldest brother. “What is this gift?”

Aiden’s expression revealed nothing as he answered, “All I’m going to say is that it’s worth whatever bullshit Kyran has us going through.”

“Christ,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. “You’re getting secretive in your old age.”

“Touché,” Kyran retorted.