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 through his eyes that had my thighs. begging to clench to have a bit of

if he destroys anything. These are just material things that can be replaced easily. They don’t hold much weight in my life. Ashton on the other hand is

in 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 had my heart pounding and I couldn’t

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

my cheek to stop from smiling so widely. But even that doesn’t help

more flustered and nervous while staring at me.

was just me alone in the

started stripping and only had my panties and bra on to

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

whispered

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

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

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

with pure heated desire. It sent electricity swirling into my stomach, causing the sensitive flesh between

mirror. “Stop it Sophie. Don’t you dare just give in to him so early. Let him work a little harder this time.” I warned myself and then felt like a fool five seconds later for talking

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

ball somewhere here b*gger,” I said

to

grab a hold of my strands, then this time my hair would surely move out from the roots. He had a strong grip

squealing a bit which made a huge

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

little orange ball I had since I was a kid. That was the only past object from my childhood that I brought

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

to Ashton, smiling widely when he looked excited when the orange ball came