Page 60 of Judge Me Not

I move her faster on me while her walls tighten then spasm on my shaft. Right before I release in her, she cries out my name, going into another orgasm.

I pull her tight against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I kiss her cheek. "I love you."

She turns. Her hazel eyes sparkle. "I love you. So much." She pecks me on the lips then grabs a tissue and cleans herself up. I do the same, and the car stops. I hit the lock to signal to the driver not to get out. Once we're presentable, I get out and reach in for her.

She takes my hand. I escort her into the building. We wait for the elevator, and I turn to her. I slide my hands along her cheeks and tilt her head. "Hey."

"What?"

"Merry Christmas."

She smiles. "Merry Christmas."

I kiss her, and I'm so wrapped up in her, we miss the elevator. It dings shut, and she laughs. "We have to get on."

I press the button, and the doors open. "Is Cee Cee at our place with the girls or hers?"

"She's cooking at ours."

"Okay." I bought a condo a few floors below the penthouse for Cee Cee and Maribel when I asked Jasmine to move in with me. It was only after Christmas when Jasmine suggested she should go back to her place and not overstay her welcome. I didn't want Jasmine and Cee Cee to be far from each other, and frankly, I didn't like Cee Cee living in their dangerous neighborhood.

"Your mom should be here, too. I think she was coming over at three," Jasmine says.

"Can we tell Abby right away, or are you going to make me wait until after dinner?"

Jasmine reaches up and strokes the side of my head. "Let's tell her when we get inside."

I can't help my grin. I remind her again, "Good. I hate waiting."

"Yes, I know. You have zero patience," she teases.

I step in front of her so she's against the wall. "I'm a man who knows what I want."

Her lips twitch. "Glad that's me."

"Yes, it is."

The elevator dings, and I kiss her on the lips, then grab her hand. We go into the kitchen. It's full of our family, and I can't help smiling. I love all of them. Since Jasmine entered my life, it feels warm and full.

Abby sees us, and her eyes light up. She runs up and throws her arms around both of us. Her hair started to grow back and is brown, silky, and curly like Jasmine's. Abby likes to wear bows in her hair. Today she has a red-and-green plaid one on.

I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and tickle her until she's screeching. "Daddy, stop!"

She started calling me daddy six months ago. It was after I proposed to Jasmine.

I reposition her so she's on my hip. "I have something for you. Your mommy said you could open it."

Her eyes light up. "What is it?"

Jasmine laughs. "You have to open it." She pats my ass. "I swear your impatience is rubbing off on her."

I carry her to the couch, and the three of us sit down, Abby on my knee and Jasmine next to me. I pull a box out of my inside coat pocket. It has a pink ribbon, which is her favorite color.

Abby smiles so big, my heart swells. "Pink isn't for Christmas."

"This isn't a Christmas present. It's an every day present."

Abby nervously glances at Jasmine then holds her hand to my ear. She whispers, "Mommy said no more every day presents."

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