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

“Though you still need to meet our dad.”


Thathe’d been actively trying not to think about.


“For the record,” Isaac ran one hand up Andrew’s thigh while depositing his phone onto the coffee table, “thatis more the music I’d dance to. That club crap is closer to torture. I only gave in because you were in those ridiculous skinny jeans.”


“You mean Sinatra? Really?” Andrew snatched up his phone again.


In moments “My Way” started playing again, not mid-song like it did when Steven called, but right from the beginning.


“Oh no…” Isaac shook his head, pressing back into the cushions.


Andrew was too fast for him though, already seizing his wrists and tugging him to his feet. “Oh yes. Dance with me, Arty!”


“Andrew,” Isaac tried to growl, but he looked so adoring, so adorable and inviting when he pulled Isaac into his body a few feet from the sofa, one hand up along his shoulder, and the other taking his hand, letting Isaac lead. “I don’t—”


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