The Girl He Craves novel (Sophie and Aiden)

Chapter 82

Aiden’s pov

She’s sitting across the room on the lounge sofa while chewing on the pizza slowly.

Almost nervously actually.

The corner of my lips tugs slightly. It was cute and also entertaining to see her this way. Nervous and

squirmish in my

presence.

“Are you scared that I have poisoned the pizza or are you scared to be alone with me?” I teased her

while leaning back

on the chair.

I would’ve rathered if she was closer to me, right across the desk perhaps, or even on my lap which

would’ve been far better.

She was too damn far away for my liking.

Her eyes snap up from staring at the pizza in her hand and she answered unseriously.

“Both. I don’t underestimate your capabilities.”

I snorted and picked up a pizza from the box. I didn’t like. pizza and would much rather a healthier

meal, but it was the only source of food on hand right now. Besides I’m trying to impress her.

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Which wasn’t working out obviously.

“Do you really think I’d ever poison you mama bear?” I

joked and bit into the pizza.

It tastes good. Not the best even though I specifically asked for the best. But it would do.

I munched on it slowly as I stared her down.

She was damn beautiful. Easily the most beautiful woman in the world. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hmmm. Then if so we’ll both die.” I lifted the pizza into a cheers gesture and winked at her flushed

face.

“And why are you scared to be alone with me? Is it be- cause…” I trailed off, my eyes falling to her

thighs that are clenched tightly. She was trying to hide the fact that her pussy was quivering for me.

I smirked.

Even though she hated me, it’s a good thing she’s still at- tracted to me. It will help to break down those

walls if I use it right.

“You’re currently wet between your thighs and you know that you can’t resist me?” I baited and loved

the way her cheeks flushed with red.

She looked cute as hell. And tempting.

It’s been a while since I’ve dipped my tongue in her pussy…..

Was it not a few hours ago? A day ago?

That was way too long.

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Aiden take your damn time with her. Not everything is supposed to be sexual. The better part of my

mind reminded

But she always looks so enticing…

Sophie blew out some air from her mouth which drew me to those tempting luscious lips.

I was having the worst time having to resist her. It was nearly impossible but I keep in mind that it would

be worth it in the end.

A little flirting won’t hurt from time to time.

“Aiden, be serious. Besides, are we not supposed to be talking about our son?” She asked.

I grinned. She was trying really hard to pretend that I was- n’t getting under her skin. Oh but I knew I

was getting under her skin. Especially when her thighs clenched even more when the words rolled off

my tongue.

I bet she’s extra wet between her thighs, so wet that she has managed to drench her panties.

My tongue darts out to lick across my lips, already tasting her on my tongue.

I bit into the pizza, trying to clench my hunger for her by doing so. It doesn’t quite help seeing as

Sophie was in the same room and her alluring fragrance was fluttering through the air.

I nod to answer her pending question, swallowed, and grinned slightly. “Right. I invited you for lunch to

talk about

our son. Speaking of Ashton, what time does he get off day- care?”

I missed holding him already. He was adorable and his scent smelled like home. He felt like home.

“Around three why?” Her eyes narrowed slightly.

I lifted a shoulder in barely there shrug. “Because we will go together to pick him up mama bear. Just

imagine his little face when he sees both his parents coming to pick him up.” | smiled.

She shifted around on the seat and then nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

I know I’m right. I’m always right.

I’m going to make my son love me as much as it was clear he loved his mother.

“Also about his last name, it needs to switch to Xavier. I’m in the picture now so it makes no sense to

not put it.” I said and watch her intensely to see her reaction.

She stiffens and she looks at me in stunned silence. Was it really shocking that I wanted my son to sign

my last name?

But surprisingly she doesn’t argue like I thought she would, instead she tore her eyes away and with a

nod mur- murs. “You’re right. We’ll get it done whenever you’re ready.”

My lips lifted. I kind of missed the little spitfire that always argued with me.

“You’re my secretary now, schedule a date.”

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Her eyes snapped to mine quickly and she stuttered out. “A da-te?”

I nod, amused that her mind had wandered off some- where else. “Yes, a date to switch his last name. I

have to be present right?”

“Oh,” She murmurs in embarrassment and then nods. “Yes. I’ll get that done.”

I smiled. She definitely thought I was speaking about something different.

For the next thirty minutes, we continued to talk about our son, what he likes, and what he doesn’t. His

birthday, his favorite food. Even his favorite shirt which was a blue polo with a bear on the left side of

his chest.

I memorized everything down to his fear of heights.

My mom was scared of heights so I believe she passed the torch down. I chuckled inwardly.

When she left the office and went back to work I thought of ways I could make her come back. But then

I figured it would be too suspicious and I perhaps should give her a chance to be familiar with being my

secretary.

My PA would be coming back to work in three days so at least she’ll get some help.

For now, I’ll try to take it easy on her.

When it was two thirty on the dot, I packed my stuff. A bit excited to see my son once again.

Strange how knowing him for only one day and he had completely taken over my life with his cute self.

I throw the jacket over my arm and stepped out of the of- fice.

When I approached Sophie, her eyes are down on a few papers I gave her to study. Those were the

papers Noel left behind. They detailed everything she needed to know and all the appointments and

meetings I had to attend.

“Mama bear,” I said to get her attention.

Her eyes snap up and she blushed. “Is it two already…” She trailed off and looked at the small square

clock on the desk.

“Oh,” She murmured.

I nod and grinned at her. “Time to get off work. It’s now time to pick up our son.”

Our son.

I loved the sound of that.