Free The Pixie Prince by Lex Valentine Page B

all over the room. He would have to figure out how to excuse himself to light them before he brought Bliss here. Everything screamed romance and love. No way could Bliss could walk into the bedroom and not know how special she was to him.
    An hour later, Max was showered and dressed in a designer suit, his long blond hair pulled back in a queue tied with a plain black ribbon. He’d put away the wet towels and cleaned up after himself, then went around collecting all the notes Alexa had left for him. He had just finished lighting the candles on the table when the doorbell rang.
    Beset with anxiety and nerves, he needed all his strength not to run to answer it. This was the first time Bliss would be in his house, his bed… And tonight, not only would she bite him for the first time, he would tell her what he felt for her before they bonded. He wasn’t worried about her reaction, just that he would do or say something wrong. He wanted everything to be perfect, right down to every sound he uttered. Trying to stay calm and focused, he walked to the door and opened it, then gasped out loud.
    A form-fitting blue velvet dress skimmed Bliss’ figure. The tight velvet sleeves ended in points at her wrists, and the neckline plunged to show off the curves of her creamy breasts. Her dark hair was slicked back behind her ears instead of in its usual sleek bob. Sapphires gleamed in her ears and at her throat. Her height shocked him until he realized she wore spike heeled sandals. Her toes peeped out from between glittery straps, perfectly pedicured and painted blood red. Dangling from her hand were the furry red handcuffs.
    Max’s cock stirred. They had yet to play with the cuffs. He figured tonight would be the perfect night since his headboard was brass and the rails were made for handcuff games. He held the door open, and Bliss stepped inside, her caramel scent filling his nostrils. His cock stirred more strongly this time. Max shut the door and bent to kiss her. Before their lips touched, she turned her head and his mouth brushed her cheek.
    “Hello, Max,” she said in a deep, sultry voice.
    Max swallowed hard. She was deliberately provoking him! Well, he thought, two could play that game. He picked up her free hand and turned it, kissing the inside of her wrist and letting the tip of his tongue touch her flesh briefly. When she sucked in a breath, he dropped her hand and led the way to the dining room.
    He seated her and poured the champagne, sitting down across from her at the candlelit table. “To our future,” he murmured, holding up his flute.
    Bliss tipped her glass until it clinked against his. “Our future,” she repeated, her eyes glowing with emotion.
    Max wasn’t sure what they ate. He followed Alexa’s note to the letter, and Bliss seemed to like it. It all tasted like straw to him, but it only Bliss mattered, and she seemed quite happy. When she declined dessert, he blew out all the candles but one. Bliss asked to use the bathroom, and he showed her to the small half bath near the front door. Running to the bedroom with his candle, he rushed to light all the candles Alexa had placed there. He had just lit the last one when he heard Bliss’ voice.
    “Max?”
    “In here, baby,” he called out, ripping off his suit jacket and tie.
    He reached down to unbutton his shirt, but a movement in the doorway caught his eye. Bliss stood there in her high heels and a royal blue lace thong, the handcuffs dangling from her slender fingers. He blinked, mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn’t remember ever having sex with a woman who wore sapphires and a thong before.
    “You know,” he murmured. “Maybe we won’t need those cuffs after all.”
    One black brow arched up. “You think not?”
    He nodded in a daze as he reached for her. “You’ve already got me under your spell. What more do you need?”
    Bliss laughed softly, twining her arms around his neck. She licked his jaw line and pulled the ribbon tie out of his