Novel & Cerita Spider Man Delivering Pizza

Enzo: halfway there, babe Adrian’s mid-breakdown, can’t ditch yet kill me later, I’ll make it up to you for hours I stared at the screen, fingers still buried inside me, thighs shaking. Then I laughed, short, sharp, and a little feral. Fine. I pulled my hand free, licked my fingers clean while the taste of pepperoni still lingered, and opened the Domino’s app again. One large pepperoni, extra cheese. Delivery instructions. Leave at door? Fuck that.

“It’s dinner.” “…Dinner?” “There’s a pizza on the table. You’ve got fifteen minutes to pick up the boss’s real order from Primo’s down the block and bring it back. Hot. Untouched.” Matteo blinked. “You’re sending me… for pizza?” The man smirked. “Everyone starts somewhere. Don’t mess it up.” “Pizza? Seriously? I was supposed to spy on a mafia boss, not deliver dinner” he muttered to himself --- 12 Minutes Later

"Ten inches, huh? You don't have to make up stuff like that. I'm sure it's plenty big." "No, I meant--" I looked at her impudent smile. Two could play this game. I leaned over and knocked on the door. "Pizza delivery!" "Ooh, come in, pizza boy. I've been waiting for something hot for a long time now." "Pizza man, ma'am. Pizza man." "I see. You certainly look like a man to me. May I squeeze your bulg... ing bicep?" "Certainly, ma'am. You can put your hand on my bulge any time you like.”

Yeah, OK, he’d relax his iron-clad willpower for a few minutes… and just double down on the crunches at the gym the next day. Mind made up, Griff picked up his empty cup and got to his feet. He ambled over to the counter, carefully keeping his face averted and his back to Claire. Spiderman spotted his approach and his dark eyes lit up in his lean, handsome face. He gave Griff a cheeky grin, took the empty cup, glanced into it. “Morning,” Spiderman said, all lazy charm, raising his voice a bit over the chatter and espresso machine. “Another coffee minus milk and sugar?”

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

He'd be binging my hot guy radar if I wasn't already highly attached to the man he calls the boss man. "So you drew the short straw and had to play delivery guy?" I pop open the box and grab a pepperoni and cheese piece. He laughs and his eyes fall on the pizza in my hand like he's watching me eat the last piece of food on our desert island. Normally I wouldn't be so forward, but I am starving. "Would you like a piece?" "Oh no, it's fine." He brushes off my question. "Come on, Bennett. I can't eat the whole thing by myself." There's a lot of pizza. I mean I probably could eat the entire thing, but it would take me a few meals and I should probably pretend to be a lady in front of Bennett.

Suddenly there's a loud voice from his side and I looked at the screen raising my eyebrows. "Sorry.. Watching the new trailer of Spiderman" "Already out? I need to watch it too" I said excitedly. "I'll share the screen with you.. wait! Let's watch it together" He said and I waited for him to share his screen with me. I looked at the screen and it's on.. We watched the Spiderman trailer together and damn! The new guy is dang hottie.. "I want to watch it so bad" "Do you like Marvel?" He asked.

He was vibrating with the kind of pure, high-voltage joy that only a five-year-old with a sugar rush can achieve. "Slow down, Spider-Man," Tyler laughed. It was a low, easy sound, the kind he only made when it was just us. He grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to scrub a blue smudge off Leo’s face. "The ice cream isn't going anywhere. It doesn't have legs."

They are huge, perfect and so beautiful. “I have a delivery for Mariah Smith.” The man behind the bouquet says. “That’s me.” He reaches over the roses. “Who are they from?” “There is no card and no name.” He says before he says goodbye. I look after him as he leaves down the stairs. The pizza man meets him halfway down and when he sees me with the massive bouquet his eyes widen. “Those are some really nice flowers.” He grins at me and I smile back. “Yeah. But what I’m really waiting for is that tasty pizza in your hand.” He laughs and raises the pizza as if it’s a gift from above.

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”