The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

Aiden showed me to the shower while he clutched Ashton’s hand so he would follow us.

“I don’t have feminine products, but I can get someone to

send-

I turned around to see Aiden blabbering, a faint flush crawling on his cheeks and settling there.

I shook my head no, smiling. “No, that’s fine. I’ll be quick.

I said and crouched down to level with Ashton who was fascinated by the fancy knobs on the bathroom cabinets.

“Hey bug, you be good for daddy while mommy has her shower okay?” I asked, pinching the front of his shirt.

Ashton didn’t look the least bit interested in listening to what I had to say. He was too preoccupied with trying to pull the draws open.

I giggle and raise my eyes to meet Aiden’s who’s staring at me with an emotion that has my gut twisting.

“Be careful with this little one, he’s a destroyer.” I ruffled Ashton’s hair and rise to my feet while smiling brightly at

Aiden.

Never had I ever felt so happy with just us three in the same room together. All my worries about the media and whatever was going on behind the scenes, seem to evaporate when I’m

with Aiden and our son.

my lips. There is an intense heated look that passes through his eyes that had my

can be replaced easily. They don’t hold much weight

his voice and that swirled in his eyes had me catching my breath. He talked so fondly of his son, his voice filled with pure love. It

lips tug up. “Come on

nod, biting the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling so widely. But even that doesn’t help and

help that Aiden looked more and more flustered and nervous while staring at me. He looked to have been contemplating

was just me alone in the huge suite bathroom

only had my panties and bra on to get rid of when the door

my legs. They roamed up my body, lingering on between my thighs before crawling up and stopping

you a towel,” He whispered hoarsely, lifting up

as he played in Aiden’s hair, completely transfixed and not caring about his surroundings to witness his

out to take it from his hand, my body heating up while my face

so but he doesn’t word it out. He leaves soon, leaving me alone staring at my flushed reflection in the

way he looked at my body with pure heated desire. It sent electricity swirling into my

in the mirror. “Stop it Sophie. Don’t you dare just give in to him so early. Let him work a little harder this time.”

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

small ball somewhere here bugger,” I said

son, tickling him when he tried to grab a

a hold of my strands, then this time my hair would surely move out from the

bit which made

it even more when I get to hold him. He also had his

little orange ball I had since I was a kid. That was the only past object from my childhood that I brought with me to new york and brought it everywhere with

reminded me of how peaceful my life was and how happy I was when my father gifted it to me

widely when he looked excited when the orange ball came into his view. I squat down to his