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 gasped when Ian bit at a soft patch of skin near the hollow of his throat, throwing his head back into the pillow and arching away from the bed. His cock caught on Ian’s stomach, then skipped free when the wet tip slicked an escape path. Ian responded by reaching down and dragging his fingertips through the pre-come smeared along his skin. He brought them up to Lucas’s chest, rubbed it into a puckered nipple, and bent to lick his new treat away.


The merge of mouth to skin was even more intense for the moan that came with it. Lucas let go of the hold he’d had in the blanket, to grab the back of Ian’s head and hold him still, forcing harder sweeps of his tongue. The addition of teeth at the very tip tripped his pulse even further.


“And here I thought I was going to be the one to ravish you,” he teased, more breathless than he expected.


Chapter 50