Page 64 of My Orc Contract Husband
Somewhere in the building, a clock rang the hour, and I sighed, stepping back, giving her room. “No, we should be responsible adults and meet our obligations instead of fucking like animals.”
Her hand landed on my chest and her grin was irreverent when she announced, “Ilikethe way we fuck, Tarkhan.”
With a faint groan, I crushed her to me, certain she could feel my cock pressing against her stomach, despite the fancy dress trousers I’d worn.
As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life—or hells, just the rest of my week? I wonder if Abydos would care if I called out—pleasuring Sami, right now we needed to focus on this meeting.
We needed to convince Montgomery to leave us both alone forever, and the solution we’d come up with this morning, the one we’d discussed with Harper…it just might work.
Because no matter what, Pierce T. Montgomery wasn’t going to keep me and Sami apart. No matter how much money he had, no matter how much power or important social connections he could claim…he wasn’t going to come between me and my Mate.
Not now.
Not ever.
Sami was mine, and I was hers.
With deep breaths, we stepped into Harper’s office, our hands closed tightly around one another’s, and our hearts certain.
Thank the old gods for this, because the sight of Montgomery—looking smooth as ice in that suit and fancy cufflinks, lounging in a leather chair—and his confident lawyer would have otherwise made me hesitate.
But Harper’s smile was welcoming as she gestured us toward our seats on the other side of the table. “Hi Sami, Tarkhan. You ready?”
I loved that she was being informal for us, setting us at ease. Giza’s Mate was clearly experienced and, from what I’d seen yesterday, ruthless. We were in good hands.
Introductions were made, although I promptly forgot Montgomery’s lawyer’s name. He did, however, launch into a prepared speech about breach of contract and legal mumbo-jumbo that had Sami shifting in her chair. It was clear she wanted to interrupt, but a glance from Harper had her settling.
When the lawyer was finished, Harper hummed thoughtfully and opened the folio in front of her. “As I understand it, the original arrangement was made between Mr. Montgomery and his business partner, Ms. Shayson’s father, when she was seventeen?”
“Yes,” Montgomery cut in smoothly, shifting forward. “That was when I realized what a sexy young woman she was becoming. I decided I would have her after her birthday.”
I didn’t bother hiding my growl of disapproval, and Harper’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “I’m sure you will agree that a betrothal arrangement between a fifty-year-old man and achildwill not hold up in court.”
“The contract wasn’t with her—” Montgomery began, but his lawyer made a slashing motion.
Harper’s grin turned feral. “Exactly. So I’m going to tell you that thiswill nothold up in court. And before you ask, yes, I’m very experienced in the courtroom, and I will gladly meet you there if that’s where this needs to go. But it would be easier for all of us if we could work it out here.”
“My client would also prefer not to go to court,” the other lawyer admitted stiffly.
“Good. And let me just say that yourclientis the kind of man I know well.” Harper shifted her attention to the smug older man. “You see, Mr. Montgomery, I know you. You believe that since you have more money than God, and you know powerful people in high places, you don’t have to worry about things like morals and the law. Well that’s not going to work here on Eastshore, Mr. Montgomery.” Her palms flat on the table, she leaned forward, glaring. “Here we look after our own, and Sami and Tarkhan are definitely our own.”
I could hear Sami’s sigh of relief when Montgomery made a dismissive gesture and looked away, and I almost echoed it.
“We do have a new contract,” the other lawyer began. “One between Samantha’s father and Mr. Montgomery signed only a few days before the former’s death.”
“Yes, I see it.” Harper didn’t look up from her study of the papers in front of her. “It is, you’ll agree, equally irrelevant. My client is a grown woman, estranged from her father, and he had no right to think he had any claim on her future that way.”
“She was his sole heir,” the lawyer pointed out.
“Which is a different issue,” Harper interrupted smoothly. “Had he wanted Mr. Montgomery to control both halves of the company, he ought to have left his half to his partner.”
“He didn’tneedto!” Montgomery declared, slapping his hand against the tabletop. “He left it to his daughter because his daughter was supposed to marry me and combine both halves!”
“And yet, she didn’t.” Harper smiled tightly, tipping her head toward me. “My client chose her husband and as you heard yesterday, is quite happy in her marriage.”
“Marriage to amonster,” Montgomery scoffed, a sneer on his face as he looked me up and down. “Didn’t even wear asuitto these proceedings. He’ll never fit in my world.”
I felt my own lips curling in amusement. “Buddy, you might think that’s supposed to be an insult but thank you. There’s not a damned thing in your world I want.” My hand closed over Sami’s, which was gripping the arm of the chair. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
