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

This time, it was Ian reaching to the side, Ian grabbing the condoms, Ian tearing open a foil packet and rolling the rubber down Lucas’s shaft with trembling fingers. Lucas braced himself on his knuckles, nearly nose to nose with him, their mouths achingly close. He held back until the condom snapped into place, but the slight sting broke his stasis, crashing him back down to submerge again, his hips angling of their own accord to line up with the waiting hole.


Slowly, he began to press, wanting to feel every tight inch along his throbbing length, feel it grab and suck him deeper. Sweat burst from his pores from the restraint he somehow mastered over his limbs. Every instinct tore at him to take it all in one powerful stroke, but he wouldn’t hurt Ian like that, not when his gasps for breath between kisses proved he had yet to adjust to Lucas’s girth.


Chapter 52