Chantilly's Cowboy by Debra Kayn

Chantilly is full of life, "oh course. Follow me." She sank her heels of her cherry-red boots into the flanks of her horse and muttered, "If you can." Someone needed to take that woman over his knee and give her the spanking she deserved. He groaned at the way he had to sit in the saddle when he wanted to stand up and stretch to relieve the pressure building up in the front of his jeans." Chantilly can't hold her alcohol and when she drinks everything comes out in the open, "I don't wanna like you." She giggled and leaned toward him. He hurried and put his hands on her flat stomach to keep her from falling out of the truck. She pouted. "You make me all flusterated...and hot." She stuck out her lower lip and blew the hair out of her eyes. "So hot, Jack." Jack oh lord I loved him, "sorry, darlin', but the dancing is over." He scooped her up in his arms so fast she screamed. "The only kind of swaying I'm gonna do tonight is on top of you with your legs wrapped around me, those pouty lips of yours screaming my name."