"4 Stars!...A sweet book with [an]...enjoyable plot. The attraction between the two men is believable and hot. Office romances, especially those between employer and employee can be tricky, but in this book Shawn Lane pulls off a smooth, well-written, well-characterized version of the story, complete with protective secretary...If you want a light, fun read for a summer afternoon, pick up Most Likely To Succeed. You won't regret it."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
"4.5 Nymphs!...A skillfully written expressive love story...Shawn Lane creates the most amazing stories bursting with heart warming passion and sensual love scenes, amid a well-paced plot and intelligent characters. I thoroughly enjoyed Most Likely To Succeed."--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"4 Stars!...This is the first book by Shawn Lane I’ve read. I found her to be a talented writer; I liked her style, and it’s obvious that she has skill for dialog and character development. I felt that the protags three-dimensional and likeable, and I loved watching them together. They had great chemistry and some hawt smex, especially when Clark’s exhibitionist side comes out to play. But these two can also be loving and sweet together...I liked this well-written story, ultimately a tale of second chances. I’ll be looking at Shawn’s back-list for more to read, and I look forward to what she’ll be giving us next."--Aunt Lynn, Reviews By Jessewave
...Clark smiled. “Want to see the view from the balcony?”
“Sure.”
He unlocked the slider and they stepped outside. The night was cool, breezy and clear. If it weren’t for the city lights they’d have an excellent view of the stars.
“It’s really pretty,” Thomas said. “I remember the first time I flew into Los Angeles at night, the lights you could see for miles were just amazing. I love flying in at night.”
“Me, too. Were you born in California?” Clark stood behind Thomas and slowly inched his suit coat down his shoulders.
“Yes. How about you?” Thomas tilted his head, giving Clark better access to his throat, which Clark had already exposed to his lips.
Clark sucked on Thomas’s pulse there. “Mmm. Yes. I did spend a year in Europe several years ago, but I was born and raised here.”
Thomas shrugged out of the coat and Clark tossed it on a small round table he’d set out by the lounger for drinks. He had unbuttoned Thomas’s dress shirt and had it halfway down the man’s arms. Clark rained kisses all along the exposed collarbone.
“Shouldn’t we go inside?” Thomas asked, his breathing rapid.
Clark unbuttoned Thomas’s cuffs and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, discarding it with the coat. Now Thomas’s top half was bared to the world.
“I have a confession to make.” Clark’s tongue darted down, flicking over the other man’s biceps.
“Confession?”
“I’m something of an exhibitionist.”
Thomas’s inhaled sharply. “Wh-what?”
Clark chuckled. “I would have thought you’d realize that after the restaurant. I said I’d rather do it than watch, and that’s true, but I like the thrill of possibly being seen by someone while I’m having sex. A little crazy, I know.”
“Yeah.”
But Clark noticed Thomas didn’t push him away. His hands roamed over Thomas’s beautiful pecs and down over his smooth, rippled stomach. Thomas had a smattering of hair on his chest, but he wasn’t a gorilla. Thank God. Clark’s hands stopped at the waistband of the other man’s pants.
“Okay?” He nuzzled Thomas’s throat, loving the tiny goose bumps and slight dampness there. Thomas smelled clean and male with just a hint of peppermint. An oddly intoxicating scent.
“Uh-huh,” Thomas moaned.
Clark undid the button and zipper of Thomas’s suit pants. His fingers slipped into the other man’s briefs, barely grazing over the erect shaft before he inched toward Thomas’s tight, round ass.
Moving his lips to Thomas’s ear, he whispered, “I want to fuck you right here, right now, on the balcony. Will you let me?”
Thomas leaned back into him, groaning. He turned his face until their mouths were just inches apart. “I shouldn’t.”
“Yes, you should.” Clark touched his lips to Thomas’s, but only just a teasing touch. Later in bed, he intended to kiss Thomas breathless. Now, he was interested in other sensations.
He knelt behind Thomas, tugged down the man’s pants and briefs, then spread Thomas’s cheeks.
“Clark?”
“Shh.” Clark trailed the tip of his tongue along the crease of Thomas’s ass. With his hands, he pushed a little to get the other man to bend at the waist. “Brace yourself on the railing.”
He was pleased when Thomas complied instantly, his hands securing himself, his legs slightly apart and giving Clark better access.
Gripping the two perfect globes, he stabbed his tongue into Thomas’s entrance, liberally wetting it. He didn’t really rim very often, finding it rather an intimate act he didn’t think he ought to share with just anyone. Yet, for some reason, he’d wanted to taste Thomas.