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

Lucas flexed his hand, massaging Ian’s ass with each squeeze. His fingertips tickled near the crease, teasing with how close he was, and Ian widened his stance automatically, hoping Lucas would take the hint.


“All you have to do is say the word.” Lucas barely lifted his mouth away from Ian’s skin to speak. “Anything you want. It’s yours.”


“Did you…” The question caught in his throat when Lucas bit at his Adam’s apple. Ian’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he clutched for a hold—anything—to keep from losing his balance. One swallow, and he found enough breath to try his query again. “What word would you like to hear?”


“Now that’s a loaded question, if ever I heard one.”


His hot lips disappeared, followed right away by his hand. Ian tried to stop him from moving away, but the best he could manage was keeping Lucas in front of him.


“You don’t want me to get you out of these clothes?”


Chapter 39