“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.”
