Legal Beagle by Cynthia Sax Page B

adorable.
    My boot connects with a solid object, and a stiletto heel skids across the cement. What the fuck? I hunch down, bracing myself, expecting to see a body, as parking levels are damn dangerous places.
    What I see is a pile of clothes. I pull on the pair of plastic gloves I keep in my pocket for fun moments like these, and I sift through the evidence. There’s an expensive black designer blazer, a sky blue blouse, a black slim suit, and a silk bra and panty set in fuck-me red.
    With the city seething with shifters, the clothes don’t worry me, but the lack of purse or wallet sets off my cop sensors. No chick goes anywhere without some cash.
    Despite the brain-sucking boredom, I’m not thrilled about the possibility some sexy dressing female is MIA. The dating pool is shallow enough as it is, and we can’t afford to lose any hotties.
    I stalk back to the patrol car to call the crime in and I find another piece of evidence, a sexy naked piece stashed in the backseat. Judge Sadie, the woman the boys at the precinct call Judge Sadist, has her perky breasts flattened against the window as she attempts to bust out.
    She can’t bust out, the glass reinforced to withstand attacks by paranormals. I grin as I contemplate this new development. Drake, that asshole, may call me a fucking idiot, but I’m not, not truly, and I put two and two together to get a very arousing sixty-nine. I put a beagle in the backseat. I find a pile of clothes on the parking level. I return to find a naked judge in my car. My judge is a beagle shifter.
    I fold my arms, leaning against another vehicle, and watch her struggle, enjoying the show. She tries different angles with no luck, and her plush mouth rounds. She’s cursing me out, her face rosy, her fists pounding the demon-proof glass. I imagine her moving lips wrapped around my full erect cock.
    Not many women can take all of me as I’ve been genetically enhanced all over. I adjust my belt, my hardening cock pressing into the teeth of my zipper. I’m thinking Judge Sexy can though, especially with the way she is yelling. She’d suck my giant dick into her hot mouth, and work me over like a bone, bathing my cockhead with her wet, sloppy beagle tongue.
    Fuck . That tongue would feel nice licking between my balls.
    My naked judge changes positions, trying to kick the window in, the soles of her tiny feet pressed against the glass, her hips raised, giving me a great view of a finely groomed mons. As I expected, with Sadie, the carpet matches the drapes -- her short cunt hair the same reddish-brown as the hair on her head. She is who she is, and fuck everyone else.
    Hot damn. She’d be wild in bed. Her ass jiggles as she thrashes about, and I add that toned rump to my list of Sadie body parts to explore. Before the night is through, I’ll slide my cock between her nut-cracking cheeks, and fuck her tight asshole.
    When Sadie finally quiets, which takes a while as my judge is a bundle of energy, I retrieve a navy blue blanket from the trunk, and unroll the back window far enough to stuff it in.
    I prefer my judge naked, she’s a beautiful sight, but if the media snaps a photo, the perps gunning for her, and they number in the thousands, will force her out of her job. Although we may make jokes about Judge Sadist being a ball buster, she has the respect of the boys in blue, and we’ll protect her.
    I’ll protect her… personally.
    I seat myself behind the wheel, Judge Sadie’s irate words flowing over me.
    “You bastard! You let me out of here right away.” She thumps her hand against the cage. “I’m a high court judge, not a --”
    “You’re a naked high court judge.” I meet her gaze in the rearview mirror, and grin. “You have a splendid set of tits, Sadie, my girl.”
    Her face flushes dark red, and she pulls the blanket tighter around her slim body. “I wouldn’t be naked if you had escorted me the way you’re supposed to. You’re no better than Larry, the