"I love this painting," Jo whispered, her voice full of emotion. She was looking at the very Picasso painting she had seen with her dad years ago, and it was exactly how she remembered it. Jo reached out her arm, compelled to touch the piece of art that meant so much to her.

When Jo finally came to her senses, she jerked her hand back. "I'm so sorry," she laughed. "I almost touched your Picasso!" Jo shook her head and rubbed her arm sheepishly.

Pierre had been giving her a tour of the art wing of his mansion, and he was moved by Jo's genuine appreciation for his collection. "Please, don't apologize," he told her gently.

Michael had excused himself to the restroom a few minutes prior, so it was just Jo and Pierre for the time being. The Frenchman stood behind Jo and took hold of her right hand.

"Here," he said, as he guided her fingers onto the twenty eight million dollar painting. Jo gasped with delight as she touched the canvas, and Pierre chuckled into her ear. Jo turned to him and smiled.

"Pierre, your art collection is magnifique," she said. "I must see everything."

Pierre beamed with pride, and the two of them continued their tour. He droned on about each painting, and Jo appeared to hang onto his every word. She nodded, asked questions, and laughed at all his jokes. Pierre had no idea that she was taking mental notes about his security measures and committing every detail of his house to memory. Finally, the art tour came to an end.

"I can't thank you enough for this," Jo told the gracious host earnestly. Pierre grinned at his guest mischievously.

"Ma chérie," he murmured as he kissed Jo's hand. "The pleasure was all mine."

Jo blushed as he continued to kiss up her arm. She wasn't quite sure if she found Pierre attractive or creepy. It was probably a mixture of the two. Pierre wasn't conventionally good-looking, but there was a certain sexiness about him that made him appealing. He was confident, cocky even, and his piercing blue eyes were beautifully expressive. Pierre had been undressing her with those piercing blue eyes all evening.

As Pierre's lips reached Jo's shoulder, Michael appeared from around the corner and cleared his throat. "Pierre, you dog," he laughed, slapping his friend on the back a little harder than necessary.

"My apologies, Michiel," Pierre said, with an unapologetic smile. "You know I cannot resist a beautiful woman."

"I am well aware," Michael said, shaking his head with a chuckle. He leaned in and gave Jo a sweet peck on the lips.

"Sorry I left you alone with this sex fiend," he told Jo, causing both of them to laugh. Michael turned to Pierre. "This place is so big, I got lost."

"It happens to everyone," Pierre reassured him. "And I enjoyed spending time with Natalie."

Michael had lied. He did not get lost. He didn't even go to the bathroom. Rather, Michael had been casing the place in preparation for their heist. When Pierre looked away, Michael nodded at Jo. She nodded back. The evening had been an astounding success.

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Jo was sitting at the kitchen table and sketching a blueprint of Pierre's house. Michael was sitting beside her, and Jax was across from her. Jo was a vision in silver, and Jax was admiring the beauty before him hard at work. Her loose waves cascaded over her face and her eyes glowed with intensity with each stroke of her pen.

Michael was leaning into Jo, and adding his own input from time to time. "There was a skylight in this room," Michael told her. She nodded, and sketched a skylight onto the paper.

The two of them made a good team, Jax thought approvingly. He also couldn't help but notice how at ease Michael was with her.

"Oh, Pierre invited us to a sex party next Saturday," Jo said nonchalantly as she placed the pen behind her ear. Michael's mouth dropped open. He knew all about Pierre's infamous drug-fueled sex parties.

Jax cleared his throat and attempted to collect himself. "What?"

Jo smiled, relishing the shock on their faces. "I told him I'd talk to Michael about it. But we should go. It would be the perfect time to strike."

There was an uncomfortable silence at the table as the two men mulled over her words and its implications.

"We'll need to get replicas of the five paintings in a week, though. Can we do that?" Jo asked.

"Yeah. I know a guy," Jax said. "And I agree. You and Michael can... occupy... Pierre, and the boys and I can do the rest."

Michael had yet to speak. Jo turned to look at him. "I told Pierre I wasn't sure if it was for us, but he said we could just watch," she said reassuringly as she patted Michael's arm. He laughed nervously.

"Anyways, it's late. You boys can discuss this. I'm going to bed." Jo pushed back her chair and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

"Goodnight!" she called down to them.

Michael and Jax just looked at each other.

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Jo peeled off her dress and dove into her covers. As she drifted into unconsciousness, she began to dream of the lovers in her tangled web. Images from her amazing night with Jake filled her head, and she smiled as she remembered how loved he made her feel. It was a stark contrast to the sex she had with Jax, but passion-filled hate sex was not without its merits. Her vision of Jax was slowly replaced by Michael holding out his hand to her in front of Violet Hour. She felt Michael caress her face ever so gently before kissing her, and her body filled with warmth.

Jo stirred in her sleep, not realizing that Jax had slipped into her bed. "Jo," he whispered in her ear. Jax had wanted to ravish her all evening, and the suspense had been killing him.

Jo mumbled something unintelligible then turned on her side away from Jax. He pulled her body into his and started to kiss her neck. He ran a finger along her outer thigh, and the tickling sensation caused her to giggle.

"Wake up," Jax whispered.

"No," she murmured, pushing his hand off her leg.

"Yes," he said. He gently bit her shoulder.

"I'm tired."

"You can just sleep. I'll do all the work."

Jo started to rouse out of sheer annoyance. "That's the worst line I've ever heard."

Jax turned her over onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. He brushed Jo's hair out of her face, then pressed his mouth onto her neck.

"Did you kiss Michael tonight?"

"Yes," she said with a smile, her eyes still closed.

Jax sucked on her neck harder, causing her to moan. She could feel herself getting wet.

"How was it?"

"Sweet," she said. "He was sweet."

Jax removed his mouth from her neck. "Am I sweet?" he asked, before biting her bottom lip.

Jo smiled. "No. But you know I like it rough."

Jax could feel himself getting hard, and he pressed himself against Jo. Her breathing quickened.

"Are you going to have sex with him on Saturday?" he asked gruffly.

"Maybe," Jo said coyly, her eyes gleaming in the dark. She was trying to provoke him.

It worked. Jax's mouth crashed onto hers, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him to pull him in closer.

Her underwear was soaked, and she pressed her center against him - letting him know just what he was doing to her. There was a wildness in Jax's eyes, and it excited her to no end.

Jo guided his hand to her mouth, and she sucked hungrily on his index and middle finger while holding eye contact. She could feel his dick jerk against her as she moved his fingers in and out of her mouth.

Jo moved his hand down her body with a devilish smile.

"Is this what you want?" Jax growled, as he pushed them into her. Jo gasped and arched her back as his fingers massaged the inside of her body. She closed her eyes and began to moan.

Jax watched her hungrily as she responded to his touch. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, and her wet lips parted ever so slightly. Her panting quickened, and her mouth opened to form an "o." When she was right at the edge, he stopped.

"Say my name," he commanded.

"Jax," she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she squirmed against his hand.

That was his cue. As soon as his name left her lips, Jax yanked down her panties and entered her.

Jo cried out as he thrust into her as hard as he could. His goal was to fuck the thought of any other man out of her. Jo began to shake.

"Say it again," Jax told her.

"Jax!" she cried out, clawing at his back as she orgasmed.

It was music to his ears. She was saying his name, she was under his body, and she was reaching the highest level of ecstasy due to him. Not anyone else. Jo moaned and bucked her hips wildly, taking him deeper inside of her.

Her wetness and the tight pulsing around his dick finally took him over the edge. "Fuck," Jax hissed, clutching the bed to steady himself as he released inside of her. He looked into her eyes until the pulsing of their bodies eventually subsided.

He leaned down and gave Jo one last kiss before falling onto the bed beside her. He grabbed her hand, but she sleepily shook him off. Undeterred, he grabbed it again and pulled her into his body. She was too tired to fight it, and they fell asleep.

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