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 pulled out, giving Ian the chance to catch his breath. The hand that held Ian’s cock away from his belly shook. Something primal deep inside Ian delighted in affecting Lucas so strongly, though that was only part of the reason he guided Lucas back into his mouth. He craved consuming the man. He wanted all of him, in as many varied ways as possible. He wanted to hear him shout, and when he felt the weight of Lucas’s cheek against his hip, his hand replacing where his mouth had been only moments earlier, he realized he was closer to getting his wishes than he’d probably thought.


Chapter 42