Isaac Ford seeks help from the detective who put him in prison -- now security consultant, Andrew Wen -- after an unexpected prison break weeks before his release. Despite an almost twenty-year age difference and being on opposite ends of the law, the attraction between them culminates in a one-night stand that teeters Isaac between turning himself in and returning to a life of crime. His decision is made for him when he discovers a young man waiting for him at his safe house -- the son he never knew existed.<br><br>Months later, Isaac has been reconnecting with his son, Dalton, and started a security consultancy of his own, looking for a fresh start. His past catches up to him, however, when he runs into Andrew at the police station, both seeking information on a new thief. Andrew isn’t happy Isaac left that night or that he’s been encroaching on his business, but the passion between them rekindles as trying to one-up each other turns sexual. Neither plan to let anything more come of their tryst until Andrew finds out about Dalton, who he knew in college, and a theft at Dalton’s job forces Isaac and Andrew to work together.<br><br>Dalton playing matchmaker complicates things. What’s worse is how easily Isaac and Andrew keep giving in.

Public Enemy, Undercover Lover

Taking most of the mess with him, Ford pulled his hand away and slipped it into his jacket to clean off unseen. “You may have to punish me again for that. Or maybe, next time, I’ll punish you.”


Feeling rather smug and satisfied, Andrew could only nod, closing his eyes and enjoying the afterglow.


“Mr. Wen,” Steven’s voice brought him abruptly back to reality. “Have I put you to sleep back there?”


“No!” Andrew said on instinct, flushing furiously as he opened his eyes and righted himself, so very glad for the dark and the table hiding him.


“I should hope not,” Steven said firmly, and then continued where he’d left off about possible future targets the police were watching.


Waiting until no one was looking anymore, Andrew discreetly did up his pants. He glanced to the side, but Ford was gone, having slipped away unnoticed.


No matter. As soon as the briefing was over, Andrew would be on his trail.


Chapter 8