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

She spotted him too, not one to over-indulge in vices and keenly aware of her surroundings. She had skin deep black like Luke’s and thrived in contrasting colors, her hair an even whiter blond than Isaac’s and outfit all ivory and gold, as chic as any businesswoman on Wall Street.


She seemed amused to see him but not surprised, already telling some of her posse to scram, as he made his way toward her.


Isaac reared back at the interception. Lewis…something or other, stood in front of him, an aging and useless thief who thought he was hot shit, but who Isaac had never deemed worthy enough to learn his whole name. He was the type of greasy dried-up has-been Isaac had striven to never become. And he looked like he’d just won a prize.


“I know half a dozen good men in lockup who’d kill to get this close to you,” Lewis sneered. “But I’m a good sport. No point in being unfriendly when there might be something better in it for me. You’re a negotiator, right?”


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