The Accidental Pleasure Dom by Wynter Ryan

What’s worse than being a twenty-three-year-old who still has her v-card in a s3x club? How about mistaking the city’s most notorious mob boss for a Pleasure Dom.

Belle
The only excitement I get in my life is through my job as a trauma nurse at the city’s biggest burn center. Otherwise, my nights are spent reading spicy romance novels and eating leftover takeout food right from the styrofoam containers. That’s probably why I let my best friend talk me into going to the hottest new club in town to experience what I’ve only read about in my romance novels. Good thing I made a list of everything I wanted to have done to me and what I wanted to do to him, because the moment our eyes meet the only thought left in my head was how much I want this powerful man.

Dom
I don’t have time for relationships, and I certainly don’t have time to entertain my cousin’s foolish ideas, but as usual I indulge him by agreeing to listen to his investment proposal. The idea of being a co-owner of a s3x club turns my stomach until I see her. A blonde-haired angel in pink hiding in the shadows of the club. When she mistakes me for a Pleasure Dom, I should have done the gentlemanly thing and corrected her. Good thing I have never been accused of being a gentleman.