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.

heated look that passes through his eyes that had my thighs. begging to clench

hold much weight in my life. Ashton on the other hand is my life and no one can replace him.” He whispers with

eyes had me catching my breath. He talked so fondly of his son,

I suppose Ash and I will leave you to it,” His upper 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

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

looked more and more flustered and nervous while staring at me. He

was just me alone in the huge suite bathroom that was bigger than

and bra on to get rid

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

towel,” He whispered hoa*sely, lifting

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

take it from his hand, my body heating up while my face reddened with a blush. “Thank you,” I murmur

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

electricity swirling into my

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

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

my small ball

tried to grab a hold of

my strands, then this time my hair would surely move out from

squealing a bit which made a huge grin

and I love it even more when I get to

That was the only past object from my childhood that I brought with me to new york and

of how peaceful my life was and how happy

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