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.

is an intense heated look that passes through his eyes that had my

that can be replaced easily. They don’t hold much weight in my life.

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

lips tug up. “Come

from smiling so widely. But even that doesn’t help and I found myself grinning like

nervous while staring at me.

me alone in the huge

panties and bra on to

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

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

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

hand, my body heating up while my face

word it out. He leaves soon,

heated desire. It sent electricity swirling

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

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

ball somewhere here b*gger,” I said

tried to grab a hold of

hair would surely move out from the roots. He

giggled, squealing a bit which made a huge grin

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

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

how peaceful my life was and how happy I was when my father gifted it

the orange ball came into his view. I squat down to his level, playfully