I’m the face of professional bull riding — the golden boy. 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 just can’t stop thinking about . . .

Because Summer isn’t just another conquest. She sees the man behind the mask, and she doesn’t run — she pulls me closer, even when she shouldn’t. She says this means nothing — but 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.