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 kn*bs 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.

an intense heated look that passes

replaced easily. They don’t hold much weight in my

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

lips tug up. “Come on little b*gger, let’s give your mommy some privacy,” He stoops down to pick up Ashton and holds him

But even that doesn’t help and I found myself grinning like the cat

and nervous while staring at me. He

just me alone in the huge suite

bra on to get rid of

legs.

He whispered

was holding our son as he played in Aiden’s hair, completely transfixed and

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

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

at my body with pure heated desire. It sent electricity swirling into my stomach, causing the

dare just give in to him so early. Let him work a little harder this

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

I have my small ball

son, tickling him when he tried to grab a hold of my

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

a bit which made a huge

love it even more when I get to hold him. He also had his mother’s

pulled out the little orange ball I had since I was a kid. That was the only past object

happy I was when my father gifted it to me for

when the orange ball came into his view. I squat down to