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Rating: NC -17 (WARNING: This is hard core stuff, and if sadomasochistic\ntendencies bother you, you be better off choosing another story.)

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POV: Book Verse

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Archive: Yes, just let me know.

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Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious and are owned by Marvel. Any relation\nto actual people is coincidental and no copyright infringement is intended. No\nmoney has been collected from the writing/posting of this story, it is for\nentertainment purposes only.

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Writer's note: Please note that there is indeed a book on the market with the\ntitle, Full Frontal Fiction, but it is from readers/writers of the site\nNerve.com, not fullfrontal.com as this story states. Also, there are no stories\nin this book by the names of the stories given in this story, Mass Appeal or The\nAnniversary Present - those titles and blurbs are totally my work. As is the\nstory that Jean reads, My Surrender. It was written as a stand alone story, and\nsomewhere I had a thought pop into my head, \"What if Jean read some erotica?\"\nand the story took off from there. No copyright infringement is implied or\nintended. Please be sure to pick up the real Full Frontal Fiction book at your\nlocal bookstores or stop by Nerve.com! Comments/Feedback are appreciated and\nwelcome to RedFenix.

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Jean rolled over onto her stomach and flipped on the lamp next to the bed.\nSquinting against the harsh glare, she shifted her pillows against the headboard\nand slid up so her back rested against them. Her eyes slid slowly around Logan’s\nroom she saw she was still alone. Glimpsing over at the clock, the red\nilluminated numbers told her she had only been asleep for three hours. Sighing;\nshe lifted a glass of water from the nightstand and sipped the tepid water. As\nshe set the glass back down, she noticed a book sitting on the far edge of the\nnightstand. Curious because Logan didn’t seem the book type, she leaned over and\npicked up the book. She ran her hands delicately over the black fabric of the\ncover and slid her finger down the gold lettering along the spine.

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Full Frontal Fiction.

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Jean raised her eyebrows in shock. Surely it couldn’t be that kind of book, she\ntold herself. Logan reading erotica? Laughing softly to herself, she decided\nwhat else did she have to do? She couldn’t sleep and Logan wasn’t around – off\non some mission the Professor had sent some of the team on. Settling herself\nmore comfortably against the pillows, she carefully raised the hard cover of the\nbook. Flipping through the first couple of introductory pages, she stopped at\nthe main title page.

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Full Frontal Fiction A collection of erotic short stories submitted by the\nreaders of fullfrontal.com.

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Her eyes widened in surprised when she realized that it was indeed that kind of\nbook. What in the world was Logan doing with a book of erotic short stories on\nhis nightstand? Taking another sip of water, she replaced the glass, and\ncasually thumbed through the pages. She stopped when the title of one of the\nstories caught her eye.

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Mass Appeal.

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Oh my, she thought, and quickly determined she knew exactly what the story was\nabout and resumed scanning through the book. She paused again when another title\ncaught her eye.

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The Anniversary Present.

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She lifted her knees and settled the book against them, hoping to get lost in a\nstory for a while.

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It was our fourth anniversary. And I wasn’t clear on what I was going to get\nher. We were both in a situation where when we saw what we wanted, we got it. So\nit made anniversaries and birthdays tough. I wanted to get her something\nspecial, and even as imaginative as I was I couldn’t figure anything out. I\nwanted to make this an anniversary that she never forgot.

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Isn’t that sweet, Jean thought as she took another sip of water, which she\nabruptly spit out and sprayed across the bed as she read the next line.

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Caroline slid out the bed and walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower,\nstill wondering what she was going to get Eliza for their anniversary.

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Clearing her throat, Jean quickly scanned the passage to make sure she hadn’t\ngotten the names mixed up. Caroline and Eliza, nope she had read them correctly\nthe first time. Her surprise and shock that this was Logan’s book grew and she\nquickly thumbed through to another story.

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My Surrender.

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Now, that doesn’t sound too bad. She smirked when she realize neither did the\nlast story and she had been presented with two lesbians. Cautiously, she scanned\nthe first couple of sentences.

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He groaned softly in pain as his head surfaced from the inky blackness. His neck\nprotested painfully as he tried to raise his head from his chest. Carefully, he\nslid his head to each side to stretch out the abused muscles. A sharp crack\ncould be heard throughout the darkened room as his spine released the tension.\nHe blinked his eyes a few times as he opened them, trying to become accustomed\nto the darkness in the room. A few spots of light in the corners of the room\nwere all he could make out. Suddenly he realized his arms were stretched out on\neither side of him. Turning his head slowly to each side, he could barely make\nout the black leather encased roping that held his wrists in mid-air.

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Ok, she thought, doesn’t sound too bad. A little…darker than she usually cared\nfor, but it was erotica, what the hell. Taking another sip of water, she settled\nback against the pillows.

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Anxiety began building in him when he tugged lightly on the ropes and they\nmerely gripped his wrists tighter. The tough leather bit into his skin and a few\ndrops of blood slid from beneath the material. \"Shit.\" He heard a fair clank of\nmetal and shifting his feet slightly he realized his feet were chained together.\nSquinting down at the thick chain he saw that there was only about a foot of the\nmetal to allow him movement. \"Fuck.\" \"That’s exactly what I intend to do.\" The\nthick, sultry feminine voice started him and he scanned the room quickly. He\nstrained his neck to the side to see behind him. Squinting into the darkness he\ncould just barely make out a shape in the shadows. The rustle of fabric and the\nsharp crack of heels on stone indicated that the owner of the voice was moving\ntowards him.

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Relaxing slightly when she realized it was at least a man and a woman.\nIntrigued, she read on.

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The figure stayed in the shadows as it moved closer to him, deliberately keeping\ntheir face obscured from him. The figure halted abruptly quite a distance behind\nhim. \"Eyes front.\" The voice snapped out. \"What?\" Anger ignited quickly inside\nof him and he pulled tightly on the bindings at his wrist in an effort to\nescape. The leather cut into his wrists further and another small trail of blood\ntraveled down his arm. He growled at the shadowy figure. \"I said, eyes font.\"\nThe voice said the impatience evident in the poison that dripped from the words.\nHe growled at the figure once again. \"Make me.\" The sharp slap of leather\nagainst his back made him cry out in surprise.

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Oh my, Jean thought and ran her tongue slowly over her lips, this was a good\none.

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\"Now – eyes front.\" Instinct flowed through him, and he blatantly defied the\nvoice. Turning his head so the figure could see his face, he narrowed his eyes\nand bared his teeth. A thin piece of leather on the ground next to the figure\ncaught his eye. It trailed up her leg and disappeared into the darkness.\nRealization sparked as he remembered the stinging still pulsing on his back.\n\"No.\" He growled out. \"Dammit, you will be taught to obey.\" The stinging of the\nleather punctuated the last word as the whip slapped against his back. He\nstrained against his bindings, the thick coarse leather scraping across his\nskin, rubbing it raw. The whip cracked again across his back, and the metal\nchain between his feet groaned softly in protest as his muscles strained to pull\nthe metal apart. Heels clicked against stone she walked closer to him. \"Trying\nto go somewhere? I can assure you, that metal is unbreakable. Even for you.\" He\nshook his head to clear the fog that had rolled into his head and relaxed.\n\"Adamantium?\"

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As she propped herself up more comfortably on the pillows, the sheet slid across\nJean’s chest and she sighed involuntarily as the sheet brushed lightly over her\nnipples.

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\"What a perceptive boy, I see you can catch on quick.\" A soft laugh reached his\nears as she slid forward towards his back. \"Eyes front.\" He reluctantly turned\nhis head forward and sighed softly to himself. This was one mess that was going\nto require a good amount of deal making to get him out of. She dropped the whip\nto the floor hastily and lengthened her strides to him. She stopped a few inches\nfrom his back and slid one of her arms around his shoulders. He moved his head\nslightly to the side in an effort to see what she was doing. \"Eyes front.\" She\nhissed out and his movements stopped. Slipping a piece of smooth satin out of\nher pocket, she reached around him with her other hand and slid it over his\neyes. \"What the hell?\" She tied the black satin scarf carefully behind his head\nand tugged gently on the knot to ensure a good hold. \"Maybe if you’re a good\nboy, we’ll take that off later. In the meantime…\" She trailed off as she reached\nback into the pocket of her jeans and slid a piece of leather from its hiding\nplace. \"This will keep you from talking back anymore.\" Panic seized him as he\nfelt her hands come in front of him again. \"Hey wait a –\" She silenced him by\nfitting the strip of rough leather between his teeth. Despite his muffled cries\nof protest, she smiled and moved under his outstretched arms to come around to\nface him.

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Jean felt a light tension building between her legs and pushed the sheet down\naround her waist and slid her hand softly over one exposed breast.

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She stepped back and admired her handiwork. He stood before her arms\noutstretched and held in place by leather covered ropes, his feet chained\ntogether to keep him from trying to walk. Her favorite black satin scarf was\ntied over his eyes, blinding him. And the slim strip of leather she had been\nsearching for weeks for was used for a gag, silencing him. But the picture still\nwasn’t right, she decided. Reaching behind her, she slid the scissors she had\nstashed in her back pocket out and deliberately opened and closed them several\ntimes. She could see him visibly stiffened from the sound and struggled to\nsmother a chuckle. She roughly pulled his black t-shirt from the waist band of\nhis pants, and carefully slit the front of his shirt. She smiled at his sharp\nintake of breath as she sliced through the neck of the shirt. Then, grasping the\nwaistband of his pants she quickly made two efficient slices down the front of\nhis pants before she lost her nerve to cut through the expensive leather. The\nmaterial sagged slightly, and she tugged gently on the legs. The leather slipped\ndown and pooled on the floor at his feet. Raising herself back up, she smiled\nwickedly. \"Forget something this morning?\" She reached out and trailed her hand\ndown his abdomen and closed her hand over him. His sharp intake of breath had\nher smiling even wider. \"Are you being a bad little boy and not wearing your\nunderwear?\"

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Jean slipped a finger into her mouth, moistening it and trailed it slowly down\nher neck to her breast, running wet circles around her painfully erect nipple.

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He tried to mumble around the leather, but gave up when he was unsuccessful in\nspeaking. \"Don’t worry; I won’t punish you for that.\" She leaned forward and\nslid her tongue up his earlobe. \"I find it extremely sexy. Good boy, you’ve\npleased me.\" She whispered to him. Releasing him she stepped around behind him\nto finish slicing his shirt. When the soft worn cotton pooled around her feet,\nshe slid the scissors carefully back in her pocket. Bending to retrieve the whip\nshe had dropped on the floor, she trailed her hand up his leg as she rose. He\nflinched slightly as her hand passed over his butt and she paused long enough to\npinch him there before sliding her hand up to his lower back. Leaning over, she\nrested her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. \"I’ll be back, I want\nto change, wouldn’t want to ruin my good clothes.\" She stepped back quickly and\ncrossed the room. Stopping at the door, she flicked her wrist and cracked the\nwhip against the doorframe. Seeing him flinch involuntarily from the sound, she\nsmiled widely. \"Don’t go anywhere.\" She laughed lightly at her own joke and\nslipped out of room.

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Jean smiled as she wet her finger again and slid it down her abdomen. Shifting\nthe book slightly, she parted her knees and slid a finger over herself.

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He sighed heavily around the leather in his mouth and closed his eyes behind the\nblindfold. Hanging his head slightly, he tried to figure out what the hell was\ngoing on. He became so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her return a few\nminutes later. \"Miss me?\" Her voice shattered his thoughts. Purposefully she\nstrode over to him, her high heels clicking across the stone floor. Stopping\nonly when she was a few inches from his back, she slowly rested her chin on his\nshoulder and trailed her tongue slowly over his shoulder. He inhaled briskly,\nstifling a soft groan. Dropping underneath his raised arm, she trailed her arm\nover his lower back, the leather of the whip softly tickling against his\nsensitized skin. She came around to stand in front of him, slowly bringing her\narm around with her. The trailing end of the whip slid across his legs tickling\nhim as she clasped her hands behind her back. She paused for a moment, drinking\nin the man before her, before moving around to stand behind him again. Tugging\non her lip with her teeth, she sighed out a deep breath and gathered herself.\nGrazing her lips lightly over his neck, she smiled at his soft sigh and stepped\nback a few feet from him. He cried out in shock more than pain when the whip\nfirst cracked over his bare back. The thin leather raising a red angry line that\nslashed across his back. Again she flicked her wrist and the whip sliced across\nhis skin, the lines intersecting to form a large X across his back. \"You will\nlearn who is in control here, Logan. You will know it even if I have to kill\nyou, you will die knowing I am your master.\" She cracked the whip across his\nback and smiled wickedly as he inhaled sharply against the pain. \"Who owns you?\"

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Jean stopped reading, puzzled. Again, she read the last part of the sentence.

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You will learn who is in control here, Logan. You will know it even if I have to\nkill you, you will die knowing I am your master.\" She cracked the whip across\nhis back and smiled wickedly as he inhaled sharply against the pain. \"Who owns\nyou?\"

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Logan? Merely a coincidence. Had to be. It was a relatively common name. Shaking\nher head, she relaxed against the pillows and slid her finger across herself\nagain, inhaling sharply.

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Defiantly, he gritted his teeth and refused to answer her. He grimaced in pain\nas the whip slapped against his back again, but managed not to cry out. He could\nhear her frustration rising each time he refused to answer her, but remained\nsilent. Reaching up to wipe a small trail of sweat that had formed from the\nexertion, she stopped momentarily to take a deep breath. She found herself\nstaring at the red welts rising across his back and sighed softly. Edging closer\nto him, she decided it was time to up the stakes. \"Answer me boy.\" He shook his\nhead slightly side to side, marking his defiance even more. Taking another deep\nbreath, she reared her hand controlling the whip back. The leather contacted\nsharply with his skin this time, breaking the surface. A small drop of blood\npooled at one end of the cut and slid slowly down his back. His eyes watered\nslightly from the stinging and he bit down hard into the leather between his\nlips. He struggled to speak around the gag, but managed only to sputter.\nReaching over, she tugged at the knot holding the leather strip in place. She\nbarely glimpsed at the teeth marks imprinted in the leather as she tossed it to\nthe side. \"Tell me who is your master and I'll stop.\" She hissed out before\ncracking the whip over his back once again, slicing through the skin deeper this\ntime. He struggled to hold back the whimper in his throat, but managed to stay\nquiet. The whip cracked over his back again, and he could feel the hot warmth of\na thick trail of blood slide down his spine. She struck faster and faster now,\nnot letting up on her ministrations, barely giving him time to take a breath\nbetween each slice.

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Jean slid herself down so she was laying flat against the bed, and pushed the\nsheets away to uncover herself completely. Grasping the book by the top she\nraised it so she had to look up to read it. She slid her other finger down, and\ngasped slightly as the wetness that lay there.

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Finally, he could stand no more. \"You are!\" He cried out and sagged his head\nforward in defeat. Pleased, but still unsatisfied, she halted her arm, and\ndropped the whip gently to her side. \"You are WHAT?\" He mumbled so softly, she\ncouldn't hear his answer. Flicking her wrist slightly, the leather slapped\nagainst the floor, making him flinch at the sound. \"Louder.\" \"You are Mistress.\"\n\"Louder.\" \"You are Mistress!\" He shouted out, his voice echoing off the walls of\nthe room. \"Good boy.\" She purred out, elated that he had finally come around.\nThe whip dropped down to the ground with a soft thud and he flinched\ninvoluntarily. Reaching up, she tugged on the knot that held the blindfold in\nplace. She stepped around to face him, and he blinked his eyes a few times,\nstraining to see her in the dim light.

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Jean slid one finger slowly into herself and felt her muscles clench reflexively\naround it. Moaning softly she held her finger buried deep inside for a few\nmoments then began a slow rhythm.

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She stood before him with her hands on her hips, her entire body encased in form\nfitting blood red leather to her neck. He swore the leather had to be so tight\nthat it had to hurt, but he watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing\nand saw the slight give in the material. Matching red leather gloves fit around\nher hands, the ends of the gloves disappearing back under the material at her\nwrists. She still held the handle of the whip and when she saw he was staring at\nit, dropped it down to the ground where it landed with a soft thud and he\nflinched involuntarily Four-inch stiletto heeled boots, in the same red as the\noutfit, fit snugly around her feet. Straining hard in the dark, he could make\nout a glint of gold in several places on the outfit and determined it to be\nzippers. Her long red hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and her green\neyes simply stared back at him, devoid of emotion. \"You have pleased your\nMistress. But there is a way you can make her even more pleased with you.\"\nSwallowing hard, he questioned her. \"How may I please my Mistress?\" A smirk\nplayed across her lips and her emerald eyes shined brightly in anticipation.\n\"Good boy.\" Stepping forward slowly, she reached out and slid her hand down his\nchest. He groaned softly as her leather sheathed hand slid over his sensitized\nskin, raising his arousal further. Raising her other hand, she gripped her hands\naround the back of his neck and pulled herself to within inches of him. The red\nleather of her outfit brushed against him and he inhaled sharply at the contact.

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Jean paused long enough to slip another finger in herself and sped up her pace.\nShe raised her hips slightly and frantically slammed her fingers in and out of\nherself.

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Wrapping one leg around his waist, she lifted herself up and slid her other leg\naround his waist. She purposefully kept herself just hovering over him as she\nleaned her head down to look at his face. \"If you please your Mistress again,\nshe may let you come.\" He whimpered softly as she flicked her tongue out of her\nmouth and slid it slowly along his lips. \"Maybe.\" She whispered and he groaned\nsoftly to himself. He gasped out a breath as he felt her thigh muscles relax and\nshe slid just the tip of him into her. His sudden contact with the heated flesh\nbetween her legs startled him and he looked at her in shock. \"Surprised? Your\nMistress can be naughty as well.\" She let out a throaty laugh as she slid\nherself slowly down onto him, stopping only when she completely surrounded him.\nHe struggled to control himself as she pushed her hips away from his and stopped\nshort of pulling him out of her. White hot heat radiated up her body and she\ndidn’t think she could hold back any longer. \"Your Mistress grows impatient.\"\nShe whispered out, her voice heavy with arousal. \"You just have to take it.\"\nWith her last words, she slammed herself down onto him, her pelvis making\nbruising contact with his abdomen. His muscles began to shake from maintaining\ncontrol as she rode him. His could feel his control slip slightly as she dropped\nher head back and groaned loudly. Her hips pistoned against him, and he could\nfeel her muscles clenching tightly around him.

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Her fingers sped up their pace and she desperately fought against her muscles so\nshe could continue reading.

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Struggling to maintain some amount of control of himself, he bit down on his lip\nhard, tasting blood, as she bucked against him and screamed out in the vast\nroom. The jagged leather at his wrists dug painfully into his skin as he pulled\non them for support as she rocked against him. Fresh scraps trickled small\ntrails of blood over his arms, and to his surprise, the sensations only\nheightened his excitement further. She slammed over him again and ground her\nhips painfully against him, her muscles violently releasing their hold on him.\nPanting she raised her head and smiled at him. Dipping her hand between them, he\nclosed his eyes and groaned as her fingers slid against him. \"Open your eyes.\"\nHe did as instructed and she raised her hand from between them and slid a finger\nslowly over his lower lip. He licked his lips and sighed at the sweet tanginess\nexploding in his mouth. \"Mistress?\" he stuttered out, unable to control himself\nany longer, desperate for a reprieve. A soft chuckle escaped from her and\namusement flashed brightly in her eyes. \"Can’t take it anymore?\" She chuckled\nsoftly again as he slowly shook his head back and forth, unable to find his\nvoice anymore. \"I suppose.\" She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips\nbetrayed her enjoyment. \"You have been a good boy.\" Leaning forward, she\ntightened her grip around the back of his neck. He was cut off mid-sigh as she\nslammed down over him and started a hard, unrelenting rhythm that to his\nsurprise, he was able to match quickly. Arousal bit deep within him and it was\nseconds before he dropped his head back and screamed. A sharp loud snikt\nsliced through the room as the adamantium claws under his skin extracted\nthemselves violently as every muscle exploded at once.

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\"WHAT?\" Jean screamed at the empty room and halted her fingers in mid-motion.\nShe shook her head to clear it; certain she had mixed reality with the story.\nShe slid her fingers carefully out of herself, and slowly re-read the last\nparagraph.

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Arousal bit deep within him and it was seconds before he dropped his head back\nand screamed. A sharp loud snikt sliced through the room as the adamantium\nclaws under his skin extracted themselves violently as every muscle exploded at\nonce.

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In disbelief, she slowly raised herself to a sitting position and stared at the\nwords on the page carefully re-reading them. Panting from her exertion, she read\nthe words several times but still found herself unable to absorb them.

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It had to be all coincidence. It just had to be. Jean flipped a few pages back\nto the start of the story and read the author’s name.

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Anonymous.

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The door lock clicked loudly in the silent room and she snapped the book shut on\nher finger and scrambled back under the sheets. Logan eyes her speculatively as\nthe sheets settled around her. \"You okay?\" he asked as he stepped in the room\nand shut the door behind him. Nervously, Jean forced a smile and smoothed the\nsheets over herself with her free hand, the book still clutched in her hand that\nlay hidden under the sheets. \"I’m fine. How was the mission?\" \"Okay.\" He\nanswered warily, unsure of why she was acting strangely. A soft musky scent\nfilled his nose, and he sniffed deeper trying to place it. He wrinkled his\nforehead and leaned closer to her. The scent suddenly was overwhelming and he\nfound himself uncontrollably aroused as he realized what it was. Smiling\nmischievously at her, he leaned closer and placed his face a few inches from\nhers. \"Enjoying yourself?\" Flustered, her face grew hot with embarrassment. \"I\nhave no idea what you’re talking about.\"

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His eyes glanced over at his nightstand and saw the vacant spot where the book\nhad been. Sliding his eyes back to hers, he said nothing. Raising a hand to her\ncheek, he slowly trailed a finger down over her chin to her neck. Sliding the\nsheets down to exposed her breasts to him; he lowered his head and lightly bit\none of her rock hard nipples. She sighed deeply and betrayed herself without\nthinking. \"I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.\" He said smartly as\nhe slid his hand under the sheet and contacted with the hard smooth surface of\nthe book. Sliding his finger between the pages where her finger held her place,\nhe firmly yanked the book away from her.

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She gasped out in protest and grabbed for the book. Frustrated when he jumped\nout of her reach, she flopped back against the pillows and yanked the sheets up\naround herself to cover her exposed flesh. \"Now let’s see what story the\nunflappable Jean Grey was getting so worked up over.\" Chuckling, he casually\nleaned back against the wall and opened the book to the story she had been\nreading. He carefully kept his face devoid of emotion as he scanned the title\nand author information on the page. He shut the book closed and silently leaned\nover to replace it on his nightstand. Glancing at her face again, he could see\nthe remains of her embarrassment fading away. He felt laughter bubbling inside\nhim and he struggled valiantly to contain it.

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\"So, did you enjoy it?\" he asked casually, settling himself on the bed next to\nher. His jeans tightened painfully across his crotch as he sat; reminding him of\nthe strong aroma he had first smelled when he walked in the room. He gave in to\nsome of his amusement, and chuckled softly and shook his head. \"Guess I don’t\nneed to ask that.\" Giving up on her embarrassment, she crossed her arms in front\nof her and huffed out a breath. \"Yes I did, but I didn’t get to finish it.\" He\nchuckled, unsure if she meant the story or herself. Shaking his shoulders, he\nslid quickly out of his leather jacket and tossed it carelessly into the corner.\nLeaning over to kiss her, he was brought abruptly to a halt by her hand on his\nchest. \"Why?\" Confused, he shook his head. \"Why what?\" \"Why do you have a\ncollection of erotic short stories on your nightstand?\" Placing his hands on\neither side of her hips, he leaned his weight on them. \"I don’t think that’s the\nquestion you want to ask.\" Surprised, she sat and thought for a moment. \"Your\nright, it’s not.\" \"You want to know if I wrote it.\" He said for her. Biting her\nlip, she nervously shook her head. \"Jean, c’mon. Having a book full of sex on a\nnightstand’s one thing, but writing it?\" Smiling, she blew out a breath. \"I\ndidn’t think so, it’s just…it had so many similarities.\" Brushing his lips over\nhers, he smiled back. \"Of which are all coincidental.\" He gently fastened his\nmouth over hers and relaxed against her as he felt her sigh and raise her arms\nup to encircle his neck. Convinced the topic was closed; he laughed at himself\nand decided he was going to have to be more careful about where he left his\nbooks and who on the internet he sent his stories to.

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