~ Chloe ~

“No, no, no,” Dean mumbles as his phone keeps buzzing. “That’s my wife. That’s definitely my wife.”

He’s pale and terrified. Typical Dean.

That woman definitely has him leashed.

“Just ignore it,” I say, taking my mouth off his cock.

“Ig—ignore? I can’t. I have to take her call. I always do.” His head jerks from side to side, like he’s trying to tear off the blindfold without using his hands.

“Stay still,” I snap, stepping closer.

My heels click against the floor; the room is too cold for bare skin, and his breath fogs faintly in the air.

“You will not take that call while you’re...