It really helps me keep on track. Please continue to leave comments — good and bad. Oh, and just in case you missed it, I changed the genre in midst...eam. This is still primarily about an interracial relationship but I think that boxes in the story too much so I changed it up to romance. Sorry for the confusion ahead of time. Chapter 6 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 Ironically, a round fired by a German Panther tank a little over a mile away which barely missed the French cottage and. I had no clue that he had all those muscles under that shirt. Time stood still just long enough for my panties to get wet just before his lips landed on mine. Man! This guy can kiss! He took his time exploring my mouth with his tongue, which his hands did a little exploration of their own. I felt his large hands cupping my breasts, then leisurely grabbing my ass, pulling my head in to deepen the kiss. “Don’t worry. I locked the door.” My brow furrowed. Only for a split second I questioned why. ’ Jake replied, watching her work and admiring the curve of her bottom as she bent down to retrieve something, then came back up. ‘The Princess still sleeping?’ She asked, then bit her tongue and flushed, avoiding his gaze as she handed him a steaming mug of java. Her tone had been clipped and entirely too sharp, but Jake seemed to shrug it off, amused by the flush that crept up to her cheeks and made them pink. Then he chuckled and slanted her a cocky, self assured grin that made her stomach. "Behave like that again, and I will give the job to someone more in control."Julia couldn't believe it. How could someone possibly take that without flinching. She found out. He waved the crop again. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and gave a whimper as the same pain coursed through her body, but this time, she did not step back. Sir Gerald raised the crop and stroked it gently down her cheek."You see! You will soon learn what it takes to get on with me. Now! Hands on your head.