Caught in Her Web - Chapter 08 (Patreon)

Preface:
I’ve kept Miles’ personality to be pretty similar to the one in canon, despite how much it annoys me that he’s pretty much Pete 2.0. I think Pete is OOC enough that it shouldn't be an issue.

While I normally say ‘never say never’ to things like this, I will say he won’t ever get with Gwen - in case anyone was wondering.

If you’re wondering ‘wtf why are you talking about Miles?’ Well… enjoy?

Chapter 8

Peter shivered as the cool Autumn breeze washed over him, cursing himself for the hundredth time for not bringing his jacket with him. He stood atop a building in Manhattan, the looming Stark Tower in his periphery as he watched the seconds tick by on his stopwatch app.

He smiled as he felt Gwen’s presence approach. He’d asked her to meet him here and he couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in his chest.

Today would be the day he’d finally reveal to her what he’d been working so hard on over the past several months.

He looked up and grinned as she landed with a typical gymnast’s grace atop a nearby flagpole, her legs straight and her arms crossed while staying perfectly balanced atop the tiny perch.

No matter how many times he saw her in that suit, he’d never stop thirsting for her. The skintight outfit did nothing to hide her curves or muscles, and he was sure she was deliberately making it thinner and more like body-paint every day.

He approved.

‘Seven,’ he shouted, only just audible over the gusting wind.

He didn’t need to see her face to know it had frozen in a rictus of shock and outrage.

‘Seven?!’’

He affected a bored and disinterested tone, trying desperately to not crack and let his amusement show. ‘Six point five for talking back to the judge. You land like that all the time - docked points for lack of originality.’

Gwen still had her mask in place, but her genuine outrage showed through her clearly aggravated gesticulations. It was adorable, and hilarious.

‘Do you have any idea how hard it is to land precisely on the tip of his fucking pole, halting all my momentum, and make it look as effortless and amazing as I do?’ she all-but shrieked, and he almost broke right there. He kept his back turned to her and looked out at the busy New York night so she wouldn’t see him biting his lip to stifle his laughter. ‘You’ve got to be, like, the hardest person to impress in the entire world if that was a seven!’

‘Six point five.’

He could hear her gobsmacked expression.

Then he heard her take a deep breath and calm down. He imagined her chastising herself for getting so worked up over something so stupid and he grinned.

‘I mean, you’d think you’d have more pride in your image. Little girls the world over look up to you.’

‘You -!’

‘I mean, sure, you’re acrobatic as hell, and that used to impress me, but what have you done lately? It’s like you’re not even trying anymore.’

‘Did you just Janet Jackson me you little shi -!’

‘Time!’ he exclaimed as two ropes of webbing - not from Gwen - shot out from the night sky and attached themselves to a nearby empty patch of roof. Following them came a flying young man wearing a baggy hoodie, basketball shorts, Jordans and a balaclava. He landed in a crouch with a boom, one leg and arm outstretched for balance.

‘Seven minutes, thirty four seconds, you smashed your last record!’ Pete exclaimed with genuine pride. ‘And that landing? Magnifique! I give it an eight point five!’

Pete was only a little disappointed that Gwen didn’t take the bait. She was probably busy gaping at the new Spider-themed hero in shock.

Weird, that.

‘Really?! Wow!’ he said with the giddy excitement of a child with a sugar rush. ‘Instead of just swinging I started using the webs to zip to and launch off places to boost my speed, I didn’t think it’d work so well - and you like my landing?’ Pete almost laughed at his adrenaline-fuelled hyperactivity. ‘I thought it might be a bit much, but it felt so cool doing it!’

‘Naw,’ he said with a wave of his hand. ‘I appreciate someone with a flair for the dramatic.’

Looking over his shoulder, he almost laughed at his girlfriend. She still sat perched atop the flagpole, but she’d frozen like one of the many statues decorating the high-rises of Manhattan. He still couldn’t see her face, but he figured she was gaping with shock.

It wasn’t every day that you saw a stranger with your own superpowers, after all.

‘You gonna just sit there all silent and broody or are you going to say hello to your spider-son?’

‘Wha - Oh snap Ghost Spider!’ the young man exclaimed with surprise when he looked up to see the iconic superhero. ‘Name’s Miles, I’m a huge fan!’

Gwen waved at him, the motion almost laconic, before turning to him. ‘Peter… what - the - fuck?!’

He only grinned in answer, motioning to Miles as if he was the prize on a gameshow. ‘This is what I’ve been working on. You always say there’s never enough hours in a day, well, what if the day had more Spider…people?’

‘You - I… what?!’

‘Oh man, I worked so hard on that pitch line…’

‘It’s okay Mister Parker, I thought it was really clever.’

‘Thanks Miles,’ he said genuinely and turned to the kid as he lifted his balaclava and grinned up at him. He was handsome, with caramel coloured skin, a wide, toothy grin and a personality brimming with such earnestness and enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but like him. ‘All those blood samples I’ve been taking from you? I’ve been trying to grow new symbiotes from the nanites that have imprinted on you - that’s actually a really dumbed down explanation. It was honestly really, like, ridiculously, hard.’

‘You…cloned me?’

‘I - no?’ Peter said, looking at her weirdly. ‘Well, I kind of cloned your symbiote, then tested for subjects that were compatible with them - not an easy task, I assure you. Now that I have a profile, I can easily find more though.’

‘I… wow.’

‘I’m not gonna lie, was kinda expecting a different reaction.’

‘I’m - I’m not sure what to say to be honest,’ she mused, her mask still hiding her expressive eyes from him. ‘This is a lot to take in.’

‘Which is why I didn’t spring it on you tomorrow when I’ll be showing Miles off to the Governor and the Commissioner,’ he admitted before turning to Miles and slapping him on the back. ‘Speaking of, why don’t you head home and meet me at SI tomorrow and we can go over everything. Get a good night’s rest.’

‘Sure thing Mister Parker and, uh, just don’t tell my mom alright? She’s a bit of a worrier and, uh, doesn’t know what I’ve been up to…’

Pete barked out an incredulous laugh. ‘You’re a grown man Miles, I’m not going to tattle to your mother. Just relax, have a big breakfast and meet me at nine-thirty, okay?’

‘Right, hah, of course,’ he said, sounding embarrassed as he backed up towards the edge of the roof. ‘Thanks again. Great meeting you Miss Ghost Spider. See you tomorrow!’

With that, he fell off the edge of the roof and swung away while whooping like a kid on a rollercoaster.

He felt Gwen approach as they both watched him swing down fifth avenue as if he’d been doing it his entire life.

‘You made another me?’

He turned to see she’d finally dematerialised her mask. She looked shell shocked, but not angry or displeased.

I’ll take it.

‘Hah, I may be smart, but even I can’t recreate perfection,’ he said with his suavest inflection. That finally earned him a smile and even a dusting of pink on her pale cheeks.

‘Smooth,’ she admitted, turning to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘I’m still trying to wrap my head around it - whatever it is.’

He wrapped his arms around Gwen’s waist and pulled her close, thinking back on the thought that had sparked this latest obsession of his.

‘I’m sure it’ll shock you to know that I think you’re incredible,’ he began, and seeing her smug grin, he continued, ‘The Ghost Spider is one of the best things that’s happened to New York in a long time. An amazing, altruistic superhero that fights for the little guy and tries to keep our streets safe.’

Seeing the dusting of pink on her cheeks darken, he kissed her on the forehead before continuing.

‘You’re still only one woman though. You can’t be everywhere, all the time - nor should you be. In my ideal world, every police station in the city would have their own unit of Spiders that respond to violent crimes and keep the streets safe.’

She looked thoughtful, even a little hopeful. ‘Like a more durable and subtle SWAT?’

He nodded. ‘Exactly. And maybe good people like your father won’t have to die anymore in the line of duty - or out of it.’

He didn’t want to bring the mood down, but he couldn’t help the dark edge to his tone at that last thought. Gwen squeezed him tighter, as if in affirmation. ‘And that’s why you’re showing the kid off to Abrams and Castle tomorrow?’

He nodded, his eyes flicking up to a nearby building to see people finally noticing and pointing at the Ghost Spider in the arms of an unknown man. They were far enough away that they couldn’t make out his features, but her outfit was iconic and instantly recognizable from the colours alone - they’d made sure of that.

‘Legitimacy. The police are just as tired of losing people to the endless war on crime as anyone else,’ he mused and chuckled. ‘As funny as it would have been to spring Miles on you tomorrow during the demonstration, I figured it best you meet him now.’

She snorted. ‘You’re an idiot,’ she said fondly before smirking and pinching his ear. ‘And you have no idea what constitutes an awesome landing. Eight point five? What a joke. Stick to the computers, normie.’

He laughed. ‘Don’t hate the playa.’

With a final snort and shake of her head, they lapsed into silence, gazing into each other’s eyes and basking in their warmth, their only company the ever-present sounds of the city that never sleeps.

And the annoying gawkers in the nearby buildings pointing down at the unmasked Ghost Spider, their windows too far away to make out any specifics other than Gwen being blonde. Her invisible drone protectors wouldn’t let them get a clear sight of her even if they had telephoto lenses anyway.

She clearly had something on her mind. Gwen inhaled several times, as if she was about to start speaking, only to stop herself, reassessing.

‘Out with it,’ he joked, squeezing her tight. Despite it feeling like an oxymoron, he couldn’t help but think of her body as both powerful and yet lithe at the same time. Her muscles were dense, like corded steel, but her limbs were also long, thin and graceful.

‘This…this is huge Pete, I…’ she paused, her face a mixture of elation, excitement and trepidation. ‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘Say that you’re maybe happy at the possibility of regular working hours?’

He frowned when his joke fell flat and her eyes started to water. Pulling one hand from around his neck, she wiped the stray tear and grunted in frustration. ‘Ugh, why am I crying? This - this is good, amazing. Pete… you’re unbelievable.’

‘I try.’

She frowned, wrapping both arms around his neck again. ‘I…I think it’s just a lot to take in. How serious were you when you said I was his mother? How much of my blood is in him?’

He snorted, grinning cheekily at her. ‘You can rest assured that the only person who’s ingested your bodily fluids is yours truly - well, at least recently my little Spider Slut.’

She barked out a laugh, gently headbutting him in the chest before grinning up at him, her eyes still watering but her smile wide.

‘It’s a joke,’ he admitted, fighting the urge to squee with how adorable her happiness made her look. ‘The nanites in your body self-replicate, obviously, but each time they do, they have an updated version of the, well…’ he tilted his head from side-to-side, thinking of the best way to explain. ‘Let’s call it the Gwen OS, yeah, they have updated versions of the Gwen OS on their hard drives. Think of it as an ever evolving operating system that governs how they run, one that was created as they lived within and adapted to your body.’

She frowned cutely. ‘So you injected nanites running on my OS into Miles’ body, and it gave him spider powers? Is that even safe?’

‘Everything you had when you were bitten by the spider,’ he confirmed. ‘And is it safe? No, not even a little. At least not for those that aren’t compatible. I ran hundreds of billions of simulations with Karen and ran countless live tests before I even thought about trying it with a human.’

They lapsed into silence once more, and Pete closed his eyes, smiling in contentment.

Noticing his expression, Gwen couldn’t contain her curiosity. ‘What’re you thinking?’

‘I’m imagining a future where there’s a legion of Spiders taking care of New York while we go holidaying in the Bahamas - can you even imagine that? A holiday?’

Gwen snorted. ‘I can’t even remember what the beach looks like.’

Pete was bullish on it though, the mental image so strong and enticing that it even dispelled the chill in the air, even all the way atop the building. ‘I can see you now. White sand, crystal clear water. Your skin is bronzed. You’re walking out of the surf, the water running down your body, your skin is glistening, your body perfectly highlighted - everyone on the beach is watching you adjust your high-riding thong -’

‘This is sounding oddly specific,’ Gwen teased, her voice full of mirth and even a smidge of desire. He didn’t let her cheekiness deter him or dispel the breathtaking mental image.

‘Then you look up at me and smile, brushing your hair out of your face. Your smile takes my breath away and everyone is looking at me with jealousy and you with desire. Oh - and you’re only wearing a thong and a Jets cap. Everyone is looking at your perfect, perky tits as well as your ass. You’re like a goddess who’s crawled out of the sea - too beautiful to be real - you -’

His breath hitched when he felt Gwen’s suit dematerialise from the arms around his neck. He had worked himself into a frenzy, his cock so hard it was straining against his jeans.

When he opened his eyes he forgot how to breathe. Gwen was smiling up at him cheekily in nothing but a dark green Jets cap and a matching thong - the straps riding high on her hips just as he’d imagined - it accentuated her legs, abs and ass so perfectly. It was so chilly her perfect nipples instantly hardened into pebbles, but she showed no other signs of the cold affecting her.

‘Yeah,’ he said reverently, stepping away and taking her glorious body in in all its glory. ‘Holy shit, yeah, just like that.’

She was suddenly bashful at his tone and naked desire. She smiled cutely at him, turning sideways to show off her incredible body in profile.

‘I should probably, as a responsible boyfriend, point out that we have a bunch of voyeurs who are likely gaping at you in shock as we speak.’

‘I know,’ she tittered, pulling the bill of her cap down to shield her eyes and shivering with delight. ‘But keep talking dirty to me, you might just get lucky, Stud.’

It was his turn to shudder. She wouldn’t - would she?

She absolutely would, you dumbass!

Closing her eyes, her cheeky smiles turned serene as she fell into his arms. ‘I can picture you too, you know - you’re not bronze though, you’d burn like a lobster. You’re too shy to show off your sexy gains, but I still convince you to wear the tiniest pair of trunks I can find. My cunning plan works a little too well, I’m not the only one attracting attention on the beach, the skanks are eyeing my man with hunger.’

While he didn’t buy Gwen’s frequent claims of his newly-earned Adonis-like physique, it still filled him with pride every time she bigged him up.

Her grin turned from serene to wicked once again. ‘You’’ve only got eyes for me though, your face frozen, making you look like a braindead idiot. The sand is warm, the water incredible and when I look up, you have the most adorable little boner sticking straight out -’

He started tickling her naked ribs and Gwen squealed with laughter and delight before leaping into his arms and attacking his lips with a heated kiss, nibbling on his lip and tugging on it when they pulled apart for breath.

‘This changes everything,’ Gwen whispered, wrapping her powerful legs around him and gazing into his eyes with so much love it made Pete feel exposed and vulnerable.

He loved that feeling.

‘I… I can finally see a future now where I’m not just going this forever.’

‘Eh, you’re still got a few good years in you yet you old hag.’

She snorted, pinching him in the ribs and finding it sorely lacking. While he didn’t buy her assertions that he was Lou Ferrigno reborn, he certainly had a lot less loose fat for her to pinch.

‘No fair,’ she whined adorably, pout and all. ‘We need to get some pizza in you. I don’t think I like not having anything to pinch.’

He laughed, sliding his arms up to cup her perfect, toned, meaty ass. ‘Plenty of fat you can pinch here babe.’

‘That’s all muscle,’ she pouted again and Pete disproved that by pinching her. Hard. Instead of squealing or leaping out of his arms though, she only shuddered again, grinding herself against him.

Oh.

Giggling, Gwen kissed him again, this time a lot more tenderly while running her hand along his jawline. When she pulled back, her expressive eyes were filled with such powerful emotions that it took his breath away.

‘Thanks Pete. For everything,’ she said, her voice thick with emotion. ‘You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’

The earnestness in her tone and the love shining in her eyes had him flushing crimson quicker than the thought of their voyeurs still watching them from the windows above. ‘Hey now,’ he deflects, averting his gaze. ‘You can’t just go saying stuff like that you cornball.’

Quickly deciding to change the subject, his mind raced and reached for the first thing it could find.

‘So you’ve got an apprentice now, huh? How’s that sound?’

She giggled and kissed him again, her eyes alight with mischief. ‘Sounds like fun - I can’t wait to see what he can do. You said you already had more candidates?’

Gwen sounded genuinely curious about the answer, her eyes wide with curiosity and her tone inquisitive, but her actions belied that. With a cheeky grin, her hips started to sway to a faint, thumping beat they could hear all the way down on the street and she turned in his grasp, her tits exposed to the cool, night air and her ass in his crotch.

Swallowing, he grunted in affirmation. ‘I-if I get the go-ahead t-tomorrow, I’ll start contacting them…’

‘Yeah?’ she asked, reaching back and interlocking her hands behind his head. Almost instinctively, he reached up to both cup and cover her perky tits, his fingers playing with her hard, pierced nipples. She giggled then moaned sensually, her body undulating against his. ‘I can’t wait.’

Her breathy and needy tone added an extra, charged meaning to the statement.

Screwing his eyes shut, he pulled her tight against him, groaning into her neck. ‘You’re aware we’ve gathered quite the audience, no?’

‘Mmm,’ she moaned, her undulations increasing, her grinding against his crotch more firm. ‘Keep talking dirty to me.’

‘They’ve been there since you got here Gwen. They saw you in your suit, they saw you materialise out of it…’

‘Mhmm, keep going…’

He flushed crimson, feeling his pulse quicken and his cock harden almost painfully. Despite all their kinky shenanigans, this is the wildest thing they’d done - by far.

Swallowing, his throat suddenly dryer than a desert, he felt he had to point out the obvious. ‘The tabloids are gonna be covered with pictures of your tits Gwen…’

She froze, her entire body vibrating against his as she let out a keening wail.

The silence was thick and sexually charged, Gwen’s heavy panting now the only thing accompanying the background noises.

‘Did you just…?’

In a flash, she spun in his grip, her eyes dark with lust and her hand trembling with need - hands that went straight for his zipper.

Holy shit are we really doing this?!

‘Gwen - what?’

Biting her lip, she silenced him with a look so hot and filled with desire, he didn’t even protest when she fished his hard cock out and gave it an appreciative few tugs. He wanted to squeal at the feeling of her cool hands, but a different brain was now controlling his actions.

She turned, looking at him over her shoulder with a sultry smile as she sashayed towards the edge of the roof and braced herself against the railing. She arched her back and stuck her god-tier ass out at him, waving it enticingly. Gwen’s ass cheeks had completely swallowed the flimsy string, while the straps still rode high on her hips, making both her ass look thicker and her legs longer.

It actually looks better than if she were just naked.

Almost as if he was in a trance, Pete stumbled towards her, his dick leading the way as if it were magnetically drawn to his girl’s pussy.

Screwing up his courage, he looked up at the nearby buildings, confident in the knowledge that his drones would blur their facial features if they had cameras powerful enough to capture any detail. He swallowed thickly.

That… was a lot of phones.

‘They’ve got their phones out…’

Gwen bit her lip and moaned deeply, looking back at him imploringly. ‘Peter - I need you to fuck me.’

If there was ever any doubt that his girl was a hardcore exhibitionist, her reaction to their audience and her continued arousal solidified that. She didn’t even care that they were likely being filmed, and while Pete put the odds that they thought the girl on the nearby roof was an elaborate cosplayer at eighty percent - people would rationalise anything in their minds - it didn’t make the situation any less crazy.

Or hot.

Fuck it.

Gwen actually moaned, long and low when his cool hands rested on the unnaturally warm skin of her ass. Dressed in just her Jets cap and the Jets-green thong, this was pretty close to the sexiest Gwen could possibly look for him.

Well, unless she puts on a bunny outfit…

She turned to look at him over her shoulder biting her lip with the bill of her cap hiding her eyes, the perfect teeth worrying at her lip the only sign of her impatience and arousal.

Well, that and the trail of juices leaking down her powerful thigh.

Gwen shuddered when he dug out the strap of her thong and pulled it aside, exposing her glistening, gorgeous pussy. She whined when he spent too long just looking at it with awe. She shuddered when he moved in close and ran the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her breath hitched when he slipped the tip, and only the tip inside before pulling out - little micro-thrusts that had Gwen vibrating with both frustration and desire.

‘Please,’ she whined in a tone that went straight to his cock. ‘Please daddy, put it in me, fuck meeeeeoooh - !’

Her words trailed off into an incoherent mess when he did what they both desperately wanted. He went slow, but he thrust all the way in until he was completely enveloped in her warmth, his hands reaching around to cup her dangling, perky tits and his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

She was a superhero. The cold didn’t affect her like it did the normies, but she still luxuriated in his body’s warmth, purring and grinding against him, clearly loving the feeling of him stretching her pretty, needy pussy as much as he loved how she squeezed and held him tight.

Slowly pulling back out, he only had eyes for her back and ass. He was almost hypnotised by her toned muscles, the sight of them flexing and tensing every time he sank back into her as sexy as the cheeks of her ass rippling when he crashed against her.

Pete didn’t like it when Gwen was deliberately louder than usual for effect, even when it was for his benefit. He found it patronising and a little cringe.

Gwen hadn’t stopped moaning from the second he’d started fucking her though, each thrust ending in adorable high-pitched squeals when he’d harshly sink his last inch into her and crash against her rear.

I don’t think she’s doing this for my benefit, I think she’s just that turned on…

Grunting, he picked up the pace, one hand pressing on her lower back, his thumb pressing on the flimsy string covering her ass, and the other reaching around and slipping into her thong to strum her clit.


The reaction was instantaneous. Gwen’s entire body tensed - a glorious sight if you were into athletic women - and she started vibrating with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream while juices poured in a deluge from their union.

Then, as if to remind them of their presence, an obnoxiously loud wolf-whistle pierced the air and shattered the moment they shared through their heated lovemaking. Looking up, he saw dozens of people watching them from different windows in the nearby building, the dim lighting not enough to obscure them - especially with Gwen’s moans - but enough to mask any details…


Probably.

‘Oh my God that’s so hot,’ Gwen groaned, her pussy tightening around his shaft like a vice and ripping another grunt out of him. He gave her a harsh spank, enjoying the sight of her ass cheek reddening and rippling at the blow.

Gwen’s moan was animalistic. She planted her palms on the railing and arched her back, proudly exposing her perky breasts to their voyeurs as Pete started to jackhammer into her. They were both so turned on that technique went right out the window - this was animal fucking. It was raw, passionate and furious.

And hot.

Just because technique went out the window though didn’t preclude Pete from pressing her buttons, this was arguably his girl’s greatest fantasy come to life.

‘Imagine the headlines,’ Pete grunted, gripping her slim waist as he fucked her and eyeing her tensed back and the back of her head. ‘Spider-whore caught cavorting with her beau on rooftop - The Ghost Spider, a terrible influence for children - Late Police Commissioner’s only daughter tarnishing his stellar reputation…’

The last one was a risk, but he knew his girl, and the way she turned to him, wide-eyed with her mouth open in a desperate plea, he knew he’d hit the mark. With each fake headline, he felt her tighten around him more, when he brought up her identity getting exposed, and her father’s stellar reputation getting dragged through the mud, she came.

Hard.

Pete soon followed, filling her with his seed as Gwen hunched over and bit into her forearm to muffle her animalistic screams of delight. He just watched her ride out her climax, running his hand along her spine as she shook from the intensity of it.

When she finally calmed down, she chuckled throatily.

‘That was…naughty. Especially at the end there.’

‘Thought you might like that, you little slut.’

Gwen laughed, the sound husky and a little worn out as the cheering from their voyeurs drifted down to them from up high.

As they left through the rooftop door, Gwen, unfortunately, changing her outfit to something more weather-appropriate in a hidden alcove - still unsure if their voyeurs actually caught Gwen swinging there or if they thought she was just an elaborate cosplayer  - Gwen turned to him with narrowed eyes.

Had what he said finally caught up to her? Had he taken things too far?

‘There’s no way that landing was a six point five!’

-

The next day, Gwen sat at a table in one of the world-class restaurants SI had set up as cafeterias for their employees - because of course Tony Stark would do something like that.

Not that she was complaining, by that point, Gwen was salivating with food envy every time a waiter brought a dish out to a nearby table. Looking back down at the screen of her phone, she re-read the headline of the article on the Daily Bugle’s website and couldn’t help the excited thrill that ran through her body.

‘Cheeky Cosplayer or Vulgar Vigilante?’

The article was accompanied by two grainy pictures, one of her in her suit and the other of her and Pete fucking - the low light and the distance of the voyeurs no doubt ruining any chance for clarity. The author was a gossip columnist and had fun with it, clearly of the opinion that the pictures showed the former rather than the much more salacious latter, and Gwen was surprised how disappointed she was by that.

God I’m such a slut.

While details couldn’t be made out, Gwen eyed the photos again and bit her bottom lip to control her sexy grin. She didn’t log in with her socials, instead opting to leave a comment as a faceless, anonymous guest.

‘No way that’s some random cosplayer, her body’s way too shredded! And what about the suit?! That’s definitely the real deal! Always knew Ghostie was a slut!’

She physically shivered with delight and arousal as she hit send on her comment, then forwarded the article to Pete. If this Spider project of his was a success, she might actually not feel terrible about taking a holiday someday soon.

Her mind assaulted her with images of her and Pete on a beach, fucking each other’s brains out in front of a group of horny onlookers.

Jesus, calm down Gwen before you start schlicking yourself in front of your boyfriend’s coworkers…

Yeah… that didn’t help.

Instead, she focused her thoughts on Pete setting up the unveiling of his latest marvel and prepping the understandably nervous Miles while agonising over what she should order.

There was no menu, weirdly. The helpful waiter had told her she could order whatever she wanted and they’d whip it up for her. She was tempted to try for something with really exotic ingredients just to try and trip them up but she hadn’t had breakfast, and was too hungry to fuck around.

Just as she ordered a salad - grinning at the imagined look of disgust and disapproval on her boyfriend’s face at the choice - she spotted someone she’d always wanted to meet stroll into the restaurant and take a seat without even looking up from the tablet she was engrossed with.

The woman dressed business-smart casual, a loose-fitting blouse, black pants and flats. Her dark hair had blonde highlights and was done up in a loose bun with strands framing a gorgeous face with high, pronounced cheekbones, luscious lips, a well-defined jaw and dark eyes filled with mystery and promise.


She also had a killer rack that not even her loose blouse could quite disguise.


It was no mystery why the God of Thunder was so smitten with Doctor Jane Foster. The woman was so gorgeous that a simple smile at the waiter who greeted her had Gwen hot under the collar.

I want to do…things to those lips.

After watching her place her order, Gwen strolled over, excited to meet the woman who was at least partly responsible for one of the greatest sexual experiences of her life.

Foster looked up as she approached, her eyes widening with surprise before she settled on a warm smile. Apparently, her reputation preceded her.

‘Mind if I sit?’

‘Please,’ the woman motioned to the empty chair with a nod and smile.

Gwen grinned and held out a hand. 'So, does everyone at SI know who I am then? Starting to think the mask is a bit pointless.'

Foster chuckled warmly and removed her glasses after shaking her hand - she didn’t know about that, Gwen much preferred them on her face. 'Maybe, I obviously can't speak for everyone, but I recognised you from the photo in Peter's office. Jane Foster, it's a pleasure to finally meet you - though a part of me feels like I know you already.'

Now it was Gwen's turn for her eyes to widen with surprise. 'He talks about me that much?'

Jane’s smile was wide and filled with warmth. 'Peter is very proud of you, he often cites you as the reason for doing what he does - wanting to follow your example and do good for the world.'

God, that’s definitely something that idiot would say…

Gwen couldn't help the dusting of pink that blossomed on her cheeks. A part of her wanted to feel embarrassed, but she couldn't help the surge of warmth she felt towards him at the unexpected information. 'He can be such a dork sometimes.'

Jane laughed warmly, flipping her tablet over and leaning back in her seat, watching her reaction through eyes twinkling with mirth. 'You two are adorable,' she said fondly, as if commenting on two crushing teens. With the way she looked, it was easy to forget that she was almost old enough to be her mother.

They looked up when a server came and brought Gwen her Kale salad, she grinned shyly at the rather large bowl - she was hungry. She shut her eyes and hummed in approval, the scent of garlic and feta cheese making her salivate.

‘God this is so good,’ Gwen groaned as she forked some into her mouth. The kale was perfectly prepared, not bitter and yuck like when she did it. She also had no idea what they put in the dressing, but it wouldn’t surprise her if it was just pure cocaine. ‘And you guys just get to eat here every day?’

Jane grinned, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watched Gwen have a foodgasm. ‘Here or one of the other world-class restaurants,’ she said with a wink. ‘Perks of the job.’

‘So unfair,’ Gwen pouted, having another bite. ‘Oh, speaking of, I wanted to thank you for the bindings you helped Pete make - they’re amazing. We use them pretty often.’

Jane’s smile only widened, not offended or put off by her forwardness in the slightest. Gwen was starting to really like the older woman.

Is it cute, or just weird if Pete and I have matching crushes?

‘Well that’s good to hear,’ she said softly, her smile suddenly weary. ‘At least one of us got some use out of them.’

That actually surprised her. ‘You didn’t get to mess around with them?’

Jane rolled her eyes, looking distinctly less mischievous and playful than she had before. ‘Once, but then Thor pouted like a baby and we haven’t used it since - he can be a bit like that.’

‘Prudish?’ Gwen asked, surprised. She’d have thought the legendary figure of myth to be more adventurous than that.

Jane only snorted. ‘Immature. Selfish. Chauvinistic.’

Gwen winced sympathetically. ‘Oof, sorry to hear that, maybe he just needs time?’ she suggested, not wanting to rag on her new friend’s super-hot alien boyfriend. ‘I don’t often play the sub, but I do love it when Pete ties me up and has his way with me - cheeky shit likes to take his time, I love getting him back for that even more.’

Finally she got a rise out of the beautiful, classy woman as head blossomed on her elegant features at her forwardness - it made her look even more beautiful.

‘I can’t imagine Peter tying anyone up,’ Jane mused with a small, conspiratorial grin and a wink. ‘He seems too… innocent - pure.’

Gwen chuckled and sent Jane a knowing grin.

‘Don’t let him fool you with that goody-two-shoes vibe, under all that insecurity and shyness lies a true beast - you just have to know which of his buttons to press.’

‘And I’m sure he’ll be just delighted to know you’re telling me all this,’ Jane said with a grin as the waiter approached with her meal.

‘He’ll blush so adorably,’ Gwen said with a chuckle, her eyes widening at what the water was bringing her companion. ‘I can’t wait to tell him.’

‘Peter is rather fun to tease,’ Jane admitted as her meal was placed on the table before them. It was a gorgeous New York strip, cooked and charred to perfection with a side of salad. Gwen felt herself start to salivate.

She still wasn’t convinced her own salad wasn’t seasoned with pure, concentrated crack, but just seeing the still sizzling cut of beef had her tummy growling with envy.

Wonder if they’d mind if I ordered another meal. Maybe a tomahawk…

She was so hungry. She always got this way when she skipped breakfast.

Gwen’s eyebrows rose as the smaller woman started to devour her steak, groaning in bliss when the meat hit her tongue. Seeing her look, she blushed.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, her cheeks pinking. ‘Haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.’

Gwen waved her off, a part of her incredibly turned on in a primal way by the way she tore into the hunk of meat. ‘If my employer offered me this as a cafeteria, I’d be eating five times a day.’

Slicing off and putting another bit of meat into her mouth, Jane grinned as she chewed. ‘Peter does need a secretary.’

Gwen winked. ‘He’d never get any work done if I was his secretary.’

Jane snorted, closing her eyes and almost moaning as the meat melted in her mouth. ‘You think he wouldn’t be able to control himself?’

Gwen’s grin grew. ‘It’s not his fault, I’d just park myself under his desk and keep his dick warm all day.’

Jane almost choked on her wine and shot the grinning girl a dirty look. Gwen laughed unapologetically.

‘Is that what you think secretaries do?’

Gwen shrugged. ‘It’s what I’d do,’ she sassed cheekily, popping more salad into her mouth.

'Not that any of that matters I suppose,’ Jane said with a sigh and shake of her head, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Gwen hoped she’d given the woman enough material to tease Pete endlessly, if so, it was a job well done as far as she was concerned. ‘I hear you’re a rather busy woman.'

Gwen sighed and leaned back in her chair. ‘Crime never sleeps, unfortunately.’

‘Peter says as much,’ Jane said with a tilt of her head. ‘I must admit, I was rather surprised to see you here given that - are you here for the demonstration?’

Gwen eyebrows rose. 'You know about that?'

Jane shrugged. 'Only vaguely, Peter's been very hush-hush in regards to his latest project, but I can tell he's very excited.'

Seeing no need for secrecy anymore, Gwen discreetly eyed their surroundings - noting they were garnering only the usual amount of attention two beautiful women would - before leaning close, unable to keep the pride and excitement out of her tone even if she tried. 'He used the nanites in me to replicate and pass on some of my abilities to someone else. The demonstration is mostly because it's repeatable.'

When Gwen leaned back in her seat, she felt herself grinning with pride at the look of awe on the older woman's features.

'That's why the Governor is here?'

Gwen nodded excitedly. 'And the Commissioner. Pete wants to convince them to go around the Mayor and put Spiders on the force, to use them to fight violent crime. Hopefully, he succeeds.’

Jane’s look of awe switched to one of mischief. ‘No, I can’t imagine Mayor Jameson being too pleased by that,’ she joked as she took another bite. ‘I can see why you’d be hopeful though,’ she mused. ‘It can’t be easy, given the amount of hours Peter says you put in.’

Gwen shrugged, averting her gaze as her cheeks pinked. She’d never been all that comfortable with receiving praise for her hero-work. It wasn’t something that deserved praise, it was simply the right thing to do. ‘Yeah, well, it helps having a partner who’s always got your back, you know?’

She looked back to see Jane smiling fondly at her, her eyes twinkling. ‘You two really are rather adorable.’

‘Why are we adorable?’ Pete asked, popping out of nowhere and appearing at such a perfect time Gwen wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been snooping and waiting for the ideal moment to interject. She glared up at him, not fooled for a second by his sincere, cheeky smile.

‘Just the way you talk about each other,’ Jane answered fondly, her eyes narrowing as she failed to stop Pete’s lightning quick hand from stealing a fry.

Gwen grinned smugly when he blushed at his secret crush’s words. ‘Right, well, now I’m suitably horrified by what you two could have been talking about,’ he said, his smile dimming. Shaking his head, he turned to Gwen and winked. ‘Come on babe, the show’s about to start. You want to come watch too?’

Jane waved him off. ‘I’ll watch the video later, I’m hungry and I need to get back to work.’

‘Alrighty, come see me later,’ he said, a hand on the back of her chair and his face suddenly serious. ‘We need to talk about the medical nanites.’

Gwen’s eyes widened. She didn’t know he’d made them available, was she testing them?

Jane’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline but she nodded. ‘Alright, I’ll stop by in a few hours.’

‘Cool, alright, let’s go, they’re waiting.’

Gwen shovelled a few more forkfuls of salad into her mouth before allowing herself to be dragged to her feet and led to the elevator. She grinned when he pulled her out from under the table and paused - she’d opted for a skirt and silky, black stockings today. It took him an embarrassingly long time to stop ogling and regain his composure, his co-worker having caught his slip-up and grinning cheekily at him.

‘Right, well, um, see you later,’ Pete stammered, dragging a cackling Gwen behind him as Jane waved at their retreating backs.

When they got in the elevator, Pete’s cheeks still flaming red, Gwen couldn’t help teasing him.

‘Smooth, Stud.’

‘Oh shut up.’

‘I’d say she thinks you’re a deviant now, but after our little chit-chat, there’s no way she didn’t think that already.’

He turned and headbutted the side of the elevator. ‘Oh God, kill me now.’

When he calmed down and stopped being melodramatic, she locked arms with him and pulled him close. ‘How’s the kid?’

‘Shitting himself,’ Pete said, snorting out a laugh. ‘He’ll be fine. You know better than anyone how hard it is to feel anxious or nervous when you have countless waves of robots trying to kill you.’

She snorted. ‘Not wrong. Do I need to change?’

‘As much as it pains me to tell you to change out of stockings, you might, unless you’re looking forward to another uncomfortable conversation with your godfather.’

Ugh. Right. Commissioner Castle. She kept forgetting. With a tiny application of will, her outfit shifted to her Ghost Spider garb, her face covered despite half the building knowing her true identity.

‘Alright, let’s do this.’

-

Pete was genuinely surprised Gwen was able to contain her excitement all the way back to his office. She’d shifted out of her Ghost Spider outfit and back into her sexy tight top, skirt, stocking combo the second the elevator doors closed.

They didn’t share a word all the way back, with Gwen latching onto his arm and practically vibrating against him.

The second the door shut, however, and he turned his glass walls opaque, Gwen squealed and jumped into his arms, crashing her lips against his.

‘He was amazing!’ she gushed, after finally pulling apart. Pete could feel how flushed his cheeks were, and he could only imagine the sheer dopiness of the smile on his face.

‘You think so?’

‘I mean, shockingly so for someone so new to this. His reflexes, his strength, his movements - It’s so interesting seeing how someone else uses my powers.’

Her excitement was infectious, his smile was so wide his cheeks were starting to hurt. ‘Miles might not be a gymnast, but he likes to dance and has done taekwondo since he was six, so he’s not completely fresh.’

Gwen didn’t respond, and the two just stared into each other’s eyes until Gwen let herself down and she rested her head against his chest. ‘This is really happening,’ she whispered, her tone filled with awe and excitement. ‘I can’t wait to teach him.’

Chuckling, Pete kissed her forehead before walking over to sit at his desk, turning his monitors back on. ‘You’ll be a great Spider-mom.’

‘Aww, thanks honey,’ Gwen cooed, taking a seat on the edge of his desk, her powerful, stocking-clad thigh brushing against his arm. He was sure she was either grinning smugly or sexily down at him, but he couldn’t rip his eyes away from her legs long enough to check.

The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. He looked up to see Gwen grinning mischievously at him before she slipped under his desk with a wink.

‘C-come in!’ he called, his voice cracking as Gwen immediately and without hesitation unzipped his jeans.

Riri bounced into his office, her eyes shining and her smile wide, a bundle of cute energy. ‘I heard your demonstration went well! Grats!’

‘T-thanks,’ he replied, coughing into his hand as Gwen slipped him out of his boxers and started to stroke his rapidly hardening member. ‘T-they want another demonstration in a month, to s-see how Miles progresses before they -’ he screwed his eyes shut and cleared his throat to mask his reaction to Gwen slipping his cock into her mouth. He could feel her smirking around his shaft. ‘B-before they give the g-go-ahead.’

Riri was looking at him strangely, and it was everything he could do to control his expression and stop his cheeks from flushing. ‘World is Commissioner Castle was enthusiastic?’

‘Y-yeah,’ Pete agreed with a nod. ‘He only wanted to know if his SWAT could be given the opportunity to enlist in the program, which they c-can of course, i-if they’re compatible with the nanites.’

Riri had gone on to say something else, but he couldn’t pay attention to her words even if he tried. Gwen, apparently feeling personally attacked that he could somewhat competently carry on a conversation while having his dick sucked, upped the ante.

He couldn’t look down to see what she was doing less he gave the game away, but she pulled off his cock and kissed the tip. Then he felt something warm, slippery, wet and long snake its way into his boxers, below his balls and into his ass.

Then it kept going.

Is she…? Did she do something with her tongue?!

Seeing that Riri had stopped talking and was looking at him worriedly, he cleared his throat and just about stopped himself from going cross-eyed when Gwen’s tongue started to press against his prostate.

Jesus Christ this woman…

‘Mhmm, yeah, e-exactly, so, what’s up?’

‘Are you okay?’ she asked, looking at him with concern shining in her hazel eyes. They’d apparently come a long way since she’d stormed into his office like a mini-Hulk.

‘S-sorry, just tired,’ he said around a not-completely faked yawn. ‘Was up late last night prepping everything - so, w-what did you need?’

‘Riiiight,’ she drawled, looking at him up and down before shaking her head. ‘Anyway, I’ve hit another road-block on breaking atmo, but I’ve got an idea I was wondering if you could help with?’

Pete leaned back in his chair, consequently giving Gwen more access to his nethers as he motioned for her to go on.

I don’t think I’ve ever tried so hard to pay attention in my entire life.

‘Right, well, even if we only partially negate the gravity on the bigger ships, it’s still massively inefficient to equip every craft going up into space with anti-grav drives, right?’

Realising she wanted him to say something, he made a show of steepling his hands in front of his face and nodding sagely. ‘It’s certainly a hurdle.’

‘Right, so I had an idea, what if we made just one, massive anti-grav drive that every ship could use? Then we don’t have to worry about it being portable or scaling it to different sizes.’

He was much slower than he’d normally be. Gwen had started stroking his shaft while she thrust the entire length of her tongue in and out of his ass.

‘Are…are you talking about some kind of anti-grav…well?’

Riri jumped up and down with excitement, reminding him of an adorable chipmunk as she clapped her hands together. ‘Exactly!’ Why build countless anti-grav drives when we only need them on Earth? Build a massive one and ships can fly up through the well we create.’

Despite Gwen turning his brains into goo, he still had to stop himself from refuting her claim that anti-grav drives would only be useful on Earth. An anti-grav well was a good idea, despite its size, it would mean they could send up ships and materials into space much faster than needing to equip a fleet of ships that could do it on their own. The only issue was -

Seeing the look on his face as he pondered her words - unaware how much of his look was a result of his girlfriend’s actions - she nodded. ‘It’ll be the largest structure humanity has ever built - and I have no idea where to even start planning something like that.’

He remained silent, wishing he had some kind of superpower that would let him split his mind in two. He could feel that he’d failed at keeping his face from flushing, and not even his hands could cover his embarrassment.

Noticing his predicament, Riri frowned again. ‘I…can come back later…?’

She jumped when he slammed a hand down on his desk, but Gwen wasn’t deterred. He cleared his throat and apologised. ‘No, it’s fine, just thinking. Leave it with me, I might have something that can help.’

A huge, adorable smile blossomed on her face as she ran around his desk to give him a hug before he could stop her. Riri stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she saw Gwen crouched down between his legs, his cock back in her mouth. His slutty girlfriend pulled off, smiled and just gave the brunette a cheeky wave before taking the entirety of his cock into her mouth and deep-throating him.

Riri stepped back and almost tripped over a nearby coffee table as she stumbled away in shock. ‘I, um, I didn’t know I was interrupting, I, err, I’ll see you later?’ she stammered, backing up towards the door, her eyes still wide and looking at his desk as if she could see his girlfriend through the solid timber. ‘Yeah, um, thanks, err, we’ll talk later?’

As she burst through the door, almost running into Jane on her way out, Pete was certain that if her skin were paler, she’d be redder than a tomato.

Jane stood in the door, watching Riri hurry away with a raised brow that she turned to him.

‘What was that about?’ she asked, coming in and closing the door behind her.

As if triggered by her voice, Gwen did the tongue thing again and slipped it back into his ass, her fingers teasing and dancing over the head of his cock.

‘I’ve -’ he tried to begin, but cringed when his voice broke. ‘I’ve n-no idea. She’s feeling a bit off today, I think.’

Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him as if she could see through his soul. ‘Ahuh,’ she said, sounding utterly unconvinced. ’You wanted to see me?’

‘Right!’ he exclaimed, disguising a full body convulsion by sitting up in his seat. He tried to extricate himself from his girlfriend, but her grip was like iron, her tongue an eel wriggling about inside him and slowly driving him insane. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked, after clearing his throat. ‘Medically, I mean.’

She approached and took a seat at the chair opposite his and smiled. ‘I think these nanites of yours are truly incredible - I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt better.’

As she’s speaking, Peter couldn’t hide the microtwitches and reactions to Gwen ministrations as well as he thought he could. Jane’s eyebrows slowly raised, her smile widening as her eyes twinkled with mischief - not before flicking down to the space below his desk, as if she had x-ray vision.

‘How was the demonstration?’ she asked, her tone filled with mischief and amusement.

‘Everything was brilliant, we have a follow-up next month -’

‘I wasn’t addressing you, Peter.’

His cheeks flushed and he looked down as Gwen pulled her tongue out of his ass with an amused chuckle.

‘I’m pretty excited, yeah, if that wasn’t already apparent.’

Her voice being muffled by the barrier between them only highlighted the ridiculousness of the situation. Jane’s open mirth when Gwen unashamedly went back to licking his ass and stroking his cock, subtlety thrown completely out the window, only increased his mortification.

His embarrassment reached new levels as Gwen started thrusting with that long, long tongue and it started making squelching noises that only served to widen Jane’s smile.

‘As amusing as this is, I’m a busy woman Peter,’ she said, trying to sound stern but unable to stop the corners of her lips from twitching. ‘What did you want to see me about?’

Gwen, as if taking Jane’s non-action for some kind of tacit approval, upped her game again. He had no idea how she did it, but he felt a wet, warm mouth envelop the tip of his cock while her tongue was still in his ass. He didn’t want to see what kind of body-horror nonsense she’d conjured up to manage that, but the result was indescribable, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he had to force himself just to make coherent sentences.

He flung out a hand and spun his monitor around. ‘Brain tumour,’ he grunted, pointing at the image then at her head. ‘Malignant.’

Jane’s smile instantly became strained, her features paling. Gwen finally stopped her assault on his senses, retracting her tongue and mouth and giving back to him his higher brain function.

‘I…you’re serious?’ Jane asked, her eyes shining as she looked at the image in shock. ‘That’s…rather unfortunate.’

Seeing his look of confusion, she smiled bitterly, a tear escaping her enchanting eyes and running down her cheek as she took in a shuddering breath, looking at the image on his screen as if it were a death sentence.

‘I… I think your bedside manner needs some work, Doctor Parker.’

Realising what had just happened, the cause for the massive misunderstanding, he grunted in annoyance and rolled away from his desk, exposing himself to Jane in the process.

‘Is this supposed to make me feel better, or…?’

‘HAD,’ Peter clarified urgently, his face beet red as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up. ‘You had a malignant brain tumour. Jesus, you think I’d let her do that if I had something serious to tell you? I’m not a moron.’

Gwen’s snort wasn’t helping, Jane was still in a state of shock.

‘The nanites drained and eliminated all traces of it, that’s the before image,’ he said, pointing at his monitor.

‘I never had any imaging done,’ she said with shock, looking at the image of her brain on the screen.

Pete waved her off. ‘The nanites can handle that internally and send me the results, here, this is them at work, sped-up.’

He hit a button on his keyboard and the image on the screen burst into motion. The tumour, large and conspicuous, slowly started to shrink until it was completely consumed.

‘The reason why you feel so much better? The cancer had spread to other parts of your body, it destroyed that too,’ he said, and this time, when she covered her mouth with her hands and started to weep he was at least consoled by the fact that it was for the right reason. ‘Jane, I called you in here because I wanted to use these results and the imaging to help get FDA approval - I need your permission.’

Gwen slipped out from under the desk - looking perfectly beautiful and innocent and not like she’d just transformed into some eldritch monster to uniquely go down on her boyfriend -  embraced the stunned woman in a tight hug, one Jane quickly returned. Her eyes hadn’t left the shocking video on the screen that was playing on repeat and she now openly wept, tears streaming down her cheeks.

‘Peter… I… I don’t know what to say.’

‘It’s a miracle!’ Gwen exclaimed, turning to him with a wide smile. ‘You’re going to save so many lives Pete, I’m so proud of you.’

She looked like she wanted to come over and hug him next, but Jane had a deathgrip on her and didn’t look like she wanted to be let go.

Pete, uncomfortable with the praise and the look of awe Jane was starting to send in his direction, blushed and looked down at his keyboard as he busied himself. ‘I take it you don’t have any issues with me disclosing your medical information?’

Jane laughed, the sound from the normally elegant and composed woman a little hysterical. ‘Peter, you could bend me over your desk right now and I wouldn’t have any issues with it.’

Gwen’s eyes flicked to him, her eyes flashing with wanton desire. ‘Is that an offer?’

‘Don’t tempt her, she’s ah, how to put it politely… insatiable,’ Pete warned, a part of his mind screaming at him for not encouraging this unexpected direction - thankfully, the part of his mind that was opposed to being struck by lightning won out.

Gwen stuck out her tongue at him and Jane let out a wet chuckle, wiping her now twinkling eyes as she rounded the table and hugged him with all her might. ‘I don’t know what to say - I didn’t even know my life was in danger and yet you saved it. You’re an incredible young man.’

Her voice, so sultry and close to his ear, as well as her body pressed tightly against his, was having a noticeable effect on him. He patted her on the back, tilting his pelvis away to avoid any uncomfortable poking - though his efforts were in vain. Gwen cackled at his noticeable discomfort and Jane pulled away, her smile mischievous.

‘You might want to sit down Stud, unless you don’t mind saluting Miss Foster?’

Looking down, he flushed at his noticeable bulge and dropped into his seat immediately to hide his shame. Both women laughed at his expense and he buried his face in his hands. ‘Enough,’ he whined, unable to look up at them as their laughter died down.

‘He is rather fun to tease.’

‘Right?!’ Gwen exclaimed with glee. ‘I’ve wasted enough time today, I better go on patrol before the criminals start thinking they don’t need to look over their shoulders anymore.’ She eyed the two of them before winking, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn't do!’

Before she could leave, Pete sent her Miles’ number. ‘Take Miles with you, it’s about time you start being a proper Spider-mom.’

Grinning wide, she paused at the door and winked. ‘I’m going to make him call me Sensei.’

Jane chuckles and Pete groans. ‘And you call me a nerd?’

‘Takes on to know one.’

As she sauntered away, he turned a long, suffering sigh on his colleague, as if to say see what I have to deal with?

‘You two are adorable.’

‘You’re only saying that because you don’t know what she was doing under the desk…’

Her mood had done a complete one-eighty, going from staring at one’s mortality to having a new lease on life would do that. Even if her cackle was at his expense, he couldn’t help smiling at her.

She really is beautiful when she smiles…

His eyes widened in alarm.

God-fucking-damnit it Gwen!