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.

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

care 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

my breath. He talked so fondly of his son, his voice filled

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 some privacy,” He stoops down

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

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

the two left, it was just me alone in the huge

panties and bra on to get rid of when the door

covering 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

towel,” He whispered hoa*sely, lifting up

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

face reddened with a blush. “Thank you,”

so but he doesn’t word it out. He leaves soon,

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

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

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

ball somewhere here b*gger,” I said

when he tried to grab a hold

let his hands grab a hold of my strands, then this time my hair would surely move out from the roots.

giggled, squealing a bit which made a huge

his laughs and I love it even more when I get to hold him. He

and pulled out the 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

life was and how happy

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