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

and held her in his

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

ear, making

going down to

his large hand from her waist.

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

had noticed the desire flipping through Delbert’s eyes.

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here,” Delbert said in a strongly magnetic voice.

a ball of fire,

“Okay.”

sitting stiffly. She felt as though

intensely at her face.

seemed so genuine, as if it were innate, and he couldn’t even see through it.

bedroom door. Just as Harriet was

it’s time

posture on her Delbert’s lap, she realized she shouldn’t have come

the door, apologizing awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I’m

have expected Delbert and Harriet to openly