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

“Better. You can stop. Make sure those fingers stay wet. You can guess what I’m going to ask you to do with them.”


Opening his mouth to pull the fingers free—slowly, knowing Ford would remind him if he didn’t—he let them hover, waiting for orders.


“You learn quick. Bring them down. Tease yourself a little, but don’t press inside yet.”


Andrew was doing this, on a rooftop, exposed, in front of Artifice, his nemesis—forhis nemesis. He’d never been so hard, leaking precum all over his thigh and the trench coat beneath him.


Leaning further against the gargoyle at his back, Andrew spread his legs as far as he could, touched his fingers to the budded skin, prodding at his entrance, just a little, but not letting even a fingertip slip inside.


Finally, Ford’s smug expression faltered, his mouth going slack. He was too far away for Andrew to see how blown his pupils might be, but he imagined them pure black.


“Let one finger inside, only the barest inch, slow as you can.”


Chapter 13