Gunshots waken Ian Tunbridge, an assistant curator of classical antiquities at the British Museum, on his first day on a dig in California. The only way to save his life is to run for it, but luck is not on his side. At least, not until he meets Lucas Arpini, the brash American photographer who seems to have some sort of clue what’s going on. Together, they’re supposed to be the tools in finding an artifact nobody believes is real -- nobody, that is, except Lucas and the man kidnaps them both.<br><br>Ian doesn’t know what to believe. His colleagues are dead, he’s injured, and he has no choice but to put his faith in a gorgeous stranger. Their escape should lead them straight to the police, but when Lucas shows him pieces of the puzzle they were meant to solve, Ian is too intrigued to walk away. He wants to solve the riddle as badly as Lucas does.<br><br>Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones ...

Riddle Me Wicked

“Partners.” Lucas grasped Ian’s shoulder and hauled him forward the rest of the way, embracing him in a loose grip as he slapped Ian’s back. “Best word I ever heard.”


Ian returned the hug awkwardly, all too aware of the hard body now pressing against his. Every flare of desire he’d managed to squelch since meeting this man roared back to life, stoked by his proximity, their agreement, the weight that had been lifted from their shoulders in arriving. How many times had he been lulled asleep by the sound of Lucas’s voice? Or flushed at a smile caught out of the corner of his eye? Already, his blood reacted, sheer want making his hands shake and his cock thicken when he really wished it wouldn’t.


Or at least, wished it could have waited until the object of his desire didn’t currently feel it nudging against his hip. 8


Chapter 29