Page 53 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

Jon got the water ready and motioned for me to step inside the large standing shower. The strategically placed water spouts made it so anyone in the shower could get wet. Even if there were up to five or six people.

“This is huge!” I turned in a circle, checking it all out.

The floor felt like it scrubbed your feet and the rocks used for the walls made me feel like I was bathing outside.

“Anna likes to play in the shower.” He laughed. “Turn around.”

Jon washed my back, ass, down my legs and then had me turn around to wash my front. No playing. No goofing around. All business, but his hands massaged my body as he went, and I felt the stress from the day being washed away.

“Jon? Is Anna immortal?”

He stopped and looked me in the eye. “Yes.” He nodded. “Most of Castle Hollow is.”

My eyes popped wide open. “No shit?”

“No shit.” He smiled. “The ones who are, know who they are and embrace life on their terms. Castle Hollow itself is supernatural.”

“So they have to stay here?”

He nodded.

“I want to be immortal with her.” I felt my cheeks get hot. “And you.”

“Then we will make that happen.” He leaned in and kissed my lips softly as the door opened.

“Too late for one more?” Anna yawned as she stepped in and we both reached for her.

“Never too late.”

Chapter Seventeen

Anna

My shoulders shook as I flipped some bacon over with my titters.

The ghost hunters checked out in the middle of the night. They showed up around three in the morning scared shitless! All I could get from them as they were fleeing was that they saw a bat-like-man.

I shouldn’t laugh. It wasn’t nice of Jon to spook them, but when you’re a demon who’s been around since the dawn of time, it’s not too far-fetched to develop a hobby of scaring the shit out of people.

The first time he showed me his true form, I felt honored, not scared. Large wings similar to a bat, tail, horns, muscles.

“Hm, we should have him take that form when we pick up Sean.”

“Who?” Dom asked, entering the kitchen.

I turned from the stove and looked at him. “Jon.”

He padded barefoot to me and wrapped his arms around my middle. “What form?”

Laughter made me shake again. “His full demonic form. He scared the ghost hunters in the woods last night.”

“Is that what all the banging was about in the middle of the night?” His lips nibbled my neck.

“Yes.” A soft moan slipped out. “Still calling off today?”

“Uh-huh.” He pressed his erection into my ass. “I feel like a randy teenager.”

I slid the pan off the open burner and shut it off before turning in his arms. “There are worse things to be.”

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