The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

Chapter 92 Sitting on Delbert’s Lap

“What’s wrong, Delbert?”

Before Harriet could grasp what was happening, a gentle tug from Delbert caused her to settle onto his lap instantly!

He withdrew his heated hand, now using it to caress her delicate face tenderly. Treating it as if it were a cherished gem, he was unwilling to let go. Simultaneously, his other hand quietly encircled her slender waist.

Harriet’s heart was pounding. Now, Delbert’s handsome face was just inches away, and his breath was scorching her neck.

Trapped in his arms, she could clearly feel his burning heat through the fabric of his suit pants, and the pleasant scent of cold wood rosin drifted into her nostrils.

Her face blushed unconsciously, resembling the colors of the evening

sky.

Even during their sexual intercourse in the Munoz family’s villa t night, she had not been as nervous.

“Delbert, stop it. I’ll have to give you a massage.”

Embarrassed, Harriet tried to get up, but Delbert abruptly pressed her

held her in his arms.

massage after a rest, okay?” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

entered her ear, making her face and neck

going down to rest!”

large hand from

such an erotic position on his lap for too long because it would probably lead

desire flipping through Delbert’s

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here,” Delbert said in

of fire, fixed on the girl’s burning-red

“Okay.”

or speak, sitting stiffly. She felt as

staring intensely at her

face seemed so genuine, as if it were

someone knocked on the bedroom door. Just as Harriet was about to stand up,

Delbert, Miss Harriet, it’s

intimate posture on her Delbert’s

and turned to close the door, apologizing awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,

Delbert and Harriet to openly engage