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

weight in my life. Ashton on

me catching my breath. He talked so fondly of his son, his voice filled with pure love.

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

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

staring at

alone in the huge suite bathroom that was

and only had my panties and bra on to get rid of when

my legs. They roamed up my body, lingering on

whispered hoa*sely, lifting up his hand with the

and not caring about his surroundings to witness

face reddened with

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

he looked at my body with pure heated desire. It sent electricity swirling

pointed it at my reflection in the mirror. “Stop it Sophie. Don’t you dare just give in to him so early.

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

small ball somewhere here b*gger,” I said

son, tickling him when he tried to grab a

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

which made a huge

hearing the sound of his laughs and I love it even more when I get to hold him. He also had his mother’s alluring

kid. That was the only past object from my childhood that I

and how happy I was when my father

when he looked excited when the orange ball came into his view. I squat down to his level, playfully poking