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

Isaac still considered murdering him sometimes.


“I’mnot screwing anybody,” Luke countered.


“I’d be amenable to that too, big man.”


A buzzing in Isaac’s pocket stole his attention before he could witness Luke’s glare burning a hole through Riley’s forehead.


I’m headed your way. Meet me at the alley door.


The rest had followed the natural progression once Isaac yanked him into the building.


Now, crossing swiftly to his kitchen, Isaac grabbed a bowl and filled it with a handful of ice cubes.


“What’s that for?” Andrew peered over his shoulder, molding himself to Isaac’s back.


“Meet me in the bedroom and you’ll find out.”


Andrew paused to lick the rim of Isaac’s ear, making him quiver, and then detached himself to walk ahead. Isaac followed at a languid pace, kicking off his shoes along the way, tearing off his jacket, and undoing his pants with one hand as he held the bowl of ice.


Chapter 69