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

“Touch yourself…I want to watch you,” Isaac ground out.


Andrew caught his gaze again, taking himself in hand with a familiar coyness, allowing Isaac to keep his grip on Andrew’s hips, urging and controlling an increase in tempo. Andrew’s muscles tensed, rippled, a flush of color all throughout his body. No one else compared to him. No one ever could.


In a rush of emotion as their climaxes built, Isaac felt overwhelmed, overcome, like a combination of that ice and heat had blossomed in his chest. He wanted to share it with Andrew. Wanted to tell him. Wanted to say…so many things. And he almost did, mouth opening to pour his damn soul out—


When Andrew kissed him, searing and deep, and whimpered against his lips as he came. Isaac almost didn’t realize that he had come too, because the entire ordeal had felt like one drawn out tumble over the edge. There was dampness in his eyes, he could feel it, feel so much, too…much, and he had to—he couldn’t—


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