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

Now he wished he’d bought out the whole damn store.


Ian hadn’t moved a muscle by the time he climbed back onto the bed. With his hands laced behind his head, Ian appeared all too much like the cat who ate the canary, his eyes glittering, the shy smile returned. His gaze flickered when Lucas tossed the condoms and lube to the side, but it was as languid and needy as before as it swept up the length of Lucas’s body.


“I hope you didn’t have a preference.” Ian’s voice caressed like a rough, black silk blindfold, sliding into place. It blanketed out everything else, tunneling sensation to those parts of his body that already threatened to combust, and still had the power to make him reach for more. “But I want to be on my back.”


Chapter 51