I”m the golden boy of professional bull riding. Or at least I was until it all blew up in my face. Now, my agent says I have to clean up my image, so I”m stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the rest of the season as my “full-time supervision.”

But I don”t need a goddamn babysitter, especially one with skin-tight jeans, a sexy smirk, and a mouth she can”t stop running . . . A mouth I can”t stop thinking about.

She says this means nothing.

I say this means everything.

She says there are boundaries we shouldn”t cross. That my reputation can”t take any more hits-and neither can her damaged heart.

I say I”m going to steal it anyway.