Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 Read Free

was an absolute doll helping grab your shit. Change out of that stuffy suit and let’s hit the road.”

Chapter 2
    July 3rd - Friday
    “ T aking ten .” Amber Thompson pushed away from the bar and headed to the boss’s office. She needed a break from the drunken asshats sitting at the end of the long wooden bar top. Normally, the constant come-ons and lewd remarks didn’t bother her, but tonight it did. Her body itched, and she felt like she was coming out of her skin with each derogatory word uttered. And it wasn’t just the ones they said out loud either. Having the ability to read minds was not always a great thing. Especially when she couldn’t tune the annoying voices out like she was usually able to do.
    “Ah, Amber, baby, we aren’t running you off, are we?” the leader of the asshats, Cody, shouted. His two idiot friends chuckled and nudged each other. It happened to be the boy’s twenty-first birthday. She only knew because Frost, her boss, bought Cody’s first drink. A gift from one member of the Den to another. A rite of passage in a way.
    Amber’s eye twitched uncomfortably as Cody’s words stabbed her ears. What she wouldn’t give to let loose on those boys. Already, the tattoo running up her spine pulsed with latent heat. Her powers gearing up for a major blow out.
    She was pretty sure Frost wouldn’t appreciate her using her Pág o ma power to freeze any of his patrons or his Den members. No matter how much they deserved it, she knew to restrain herself. Hence, the ten-minute break in the boss’s office.
    After a quick rap on the door, she pushed it open, not waiting for a reply, only to find Frost in his chair, and a nymph between his legs bobbing up and down on his cock. Amber rolled her eyes and went in anyway, slamming the door shut behind her. She plopped down on the couch, tipping her head back and shutting her eyes. The voices in her head faded, allowing her a moment’s peace.
    “Do you mind?” Frost gritted out.
    Amber didn’t bother looking up. “Nope.”
    “Amber,” he growled, but it didn’t have any affect on her. Frost’s bark was worse than his bite, unless you were fucking him and begging for it. It wasn’t as if it were the first time she’d seen him in this situation. Or been in it herself.
    “If you would get an employee lounge or break room, this wouldn’t be an issue.”
    Frost’s breath hitched and the nymph moaned. The exhibitionist in Frost responding to having another person in the room, even though she wasn’t watching. His dick had probably lengthened. His fingers finding their way into the woman’s hair. The vibrations from her moan would run down his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. Amber knew from experience, it wouldn’t be long before the big man blew. The closer he got, the tighter his grip on the girl’s head, using her hair to move her faster up and down his shaft. Pushing toward the finish.
    Amber briefly thought about tapping into his thoughts to see how far gone he was, but decided against it. She may not give him the privacy he pretended to want physically, but she would mentally. Frost’s inner thoughts could be a scary place at times.
    A tortured groan burst from his chest, followed by a long, drawn out “Fuuuuuck. Yeah, swallow it all, baby.” The chair squeaked, and she could picture him flexing his fine ass, pumping the last bits of cum down her throat. A wet pop sounded in the room, followed by a hard smack. The girl squeaked and giggled.
    “Thanks,” he grunted. “You can go.”
    Amber peeked at them, trying not to be conspicuous. The girl made a sound of protest, but a low growl from Frost had her spinning on her heel and marching out. It was best not to rile the bear up. The nymph made her objection to being thrown out fairly clear with each stomp of her tiny high-heeled feet. She slammed the door behind her, and the room fell into silence.
    “Feel better?” she asked, after a few seconds, gauging her boss’s