And yet it’s like my whole world is crashing down and reshaping itself.

My manhood gives a pulse at the base, as though for the first time in my career I’m going to get a hard on in the courtroom.

I try to maintain my professional demeanor as my eyes roam over her, indulging in every curvy inch of her body, my throat going dry, my mind filling with heavily inappropriate fantasies.

She’s short with cascading light brown hair, worn messily around her shoulders. Jeans cling onto her full and mouth-watering thighs, and her T-shirt shows the shape of her breasts perfectly, the way they strain against her shirt, the gorgeous roundness of them.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are skittish as she glances at me and then quickly away.

My manhood gives a jerk as I take her in.

Crazy vignettes strike me, like this woman cradling my child to her chest, smiling at me with the glow of love.

I imagine her staring at me from beneath a veil, beneath an altar, the waking dreams hitting me with a sort of violence.

I don’t know her. She doesn’t know me.

And yet I’m certain she is mine. She belongs to me.

Hell.

What’s happening to me?

After hearing all sides of the story – and hearing from their neighbors – I decide to remove the dog from the owner, Chris’s, care and sentence him to the maximum possible time in the county jail for mistreatment of an animal.

If I had my way, I’d force this motherfucker to step into the ring with me and we’d handle this like men. Show this bastard what happens when you lay your hands on a defenseless animal.

Chris, a swollen wannabe tough guy, stares up at me, his lips twisted, his hands shaking. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Watch your tone, young man,” I snap.

He’s probably around thirty, but he behaves as though he’s much younger, as though he’s a boy in a man’s overinflated body. Men like that, with their fake muscles, make me want to drag them down to the boxing gym and show them what a real man is.

I’d happily do it with this motherfucker, after hearing from Piper – my woman – about the abuse he committed against the poor animal. The neighbors attested to much the same.

Piper’s story was that she didn’t break into Chris’s house. She claimed the dog escaped and she found him in her yard, so she did the only thing she could think of and brought him inside, feeding him and giving him water.

It’s a lie, but I choose to believe it. Maybe that makes me a bad judge. I’ve never bent the rules, never done anything like this, put aside my objective critical thinking to guide justice down my own path.

But it’s not like I’m going to send the woman of my dreams to jail, especially when what she did only demonstrated how caring she is, how loving, how much better than this lowlife she is.

“But, but… she broke into my house.” The lowlife waves a hand at Piper, across the other side of the courtroom. “You can’t let her get away with that.”

“I’ve made my decision. You should be ashamed of yourself. Several witnesses have attested to your mistreatment of that poor animal. It takes a small and pathetic man, Mr. Farmer, to lay his hands on a small defenseless animal.”

I risk a glance at Piper. All during the proceedings, I’ve been trying to keep my gaze firmly planted elsewhere. Even when she was giving her testimony I tried to look above her head, off to the side, so she couldn’t read the unchained hunger rising inside of me.

She’s got a soft smile on her lips, almost sassy, making me want to draw out the rest of her sassiness.

I imagine sliding my hands up her thighs, caressing her hips, pulling her roughly to me. Tasting her sweet lips as I sink my finger into her warm flesh.

“But I didn’t,” Chris whined.

“Enough. It’s done.”

After dismissing the court, I walk into my chambers, my head cloudy, my steps feeling unsteady. The second I close the door behind me, I collapse against it, my hands on my knees as I let out a ragged rumbling breath.

No one has ever made me feel like that before, such deep hunger. Everything’s changed, in the space of a few hours. The world is no longer as bleak and hopeless as it was before.

I never thought I could feel like this.

I’ve often wondered what it would be like to find a woman who’d ignite this need in me, but at almost fifty years old, I thought it would never happen, could never happen.

And then Piper walked into my life, with those wide hips and soulful eyes.

Sitting down, I grip the edge of my desk, my cock pressing against my pants, my tip bulging, precome leaking. There were so many moments where I almost leaped at her, roaring like a wild beast, forgetting my station, forgetting that she’s thirty years younger than me.

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