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Callum groans. “Fuck, baby. You got no gag reflex? You can swallow me whole?”
I don’t have one, but my eyes still water at holding my mouth open like this. Pulling back, I wince when my teeth scrape up the protruding vein underneath. He lets out a hiss, but his cock swells.
“Oh shit, Acacia—”
My hand curls around his base as his tip drops from my lips and sprays me straight in my face. I jerk back as rope after rope of his hot ejaculation lands on my face. It lashes at my closed eyes, then drips down my cheeks and onto my mouth. I let go of Callum’s shrinking squirt gun.
Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I try to blink them open. Callum is rushing out of his chair and grabbing a towel from the stacked boxes on the wall.
“I’m so sorry,” he pleads, kneeling in front of me and cleaning off my face. “That’s never happened before.”
“Is it because I almost bit you?” I ask.
“What?” Callum’s brows knit together as he flips the towel over and finishes wiping off the rest of his mess. “Nope, baby. This is my fault. It felt too good and I couldn’t hold back to give you warning to pull away.”
“So I didn’t mess it up?”
He studies my face for a bit, his eyebrows knitting together. “No, it’s me. You did nothing wrong, I should have gone slower with you.”
With a sigh, he stands and tosses the dirty towel toward the bathroom. “Do you want to work out with me tomorrow? We’ll have to come in earlier than anyone else.”
I nod excitedly. I want any time with him that he’s willing to give. “Yes, I would love that. But I have to warn you, I’m not the most athletic person.”
His eyes drop to my chest and he licks his lips. “It’s okay, we’ll keep it very basic.”
Smiling, I raise my hand and do a little wave. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
Callum catches my wrist. “Wait, Acacia.”
He pulls me closer and steps into me. His hand cups my cheek and his thumb swipes at my lip. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
“I’ll pucker up anytime,” I blurt out.
I don’t have time to feel embarrassed because he grins, and then his mouth is on mine. His lips press softly, moving gentle and slow as if he’s trying to show me how to kiss him back. Following his lead, I rest my hand on his waist, tugging at his shirt and committing his scent to my memory. He usually smells like fresh eucalyptus, but it has a salty hint to it tonight. Probably the venom that spewed from his trouser snake.
He pulls back, and rests his forehead on mine. “Goodnight, Acacia.”
