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Brianna heard music playing, and spotted a guitar player sitting under a decorative lamppost, singing with earnest.

Collin stopped and tossed fifty euros into the man’s tattered plaid cap. A small crowd had gathered around the musician, and although he sang off-key in a hoarse, throaty tone, Brianna recognized the old Beatles tune and hummed along. She was singing to herself, thinking about what a great time she was having with Collin when it happened. He slipped his hands around her waist, lowered his mouth and kissed her.

It was a moment Brianna would never forget as long as she lived. It wasn’t his technique that blew her away, or even how damn good his mouth tasted, it was the urgency behind each kiss, the passion, the lust, the hot, scorching desire. His lips were made for kissing, for pleasing, and Brianna just couldn’t get enough. She leaned into him, pressed her body flat against his and matched him kiss for kiss, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. A church bell chimed in the distance, but Brianna’s loud, thunderous heartbeat drowned out the noise. The kiss ended much too soon, and when Collin pulled away, Brianna felt a profound sense of disappointment.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”