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.

There is an intense heated look that passes through his

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

clears his throat, looking away awkwardly. “Okay, then 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

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

and more flustered and nervous while staring at me. He looked to have been contemplating if to go or not. Which

the two left, it was just me alone in the huge suite bathroom that was bigger than my

and bra on to get

my cleavage as I whip around. Aiden is 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 my

to give you a towel,” He whispered hoa*sely, lifting up

our son as he played in Aiden’s hair, completely transfixed and not caring

while my face reddened with a blush. “Thank you,” I

it out. He leaves soon, leaving me alone staring at my

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

give in to him so early. Let him work a little harder this time.” I warned myself and then

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

ball somewhere here

tickling him when he tried to grab

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

a bit which made a

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

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

of how peaceful my life was and how happy

smiling widely when he looked excited when the orange ball came into his view.