Chapter 295

Dominic Valrose stroked his chin, pretending to ponder deeply.

He had wanted to make Sophia Lowell the prize, but Ethan Roscente's warning glare kept him in check. Better to do a favor and enjoy the show.

"How about a French kiss?" He smirked, holding up two fingers. "Two minutes."

Sophia's ears burned instantly.

"That's too much," she protested, biting her lip.

Dominic shrugged. "House rules." His gaze shifted to Ethan. "Unless Mr. Roscente objects."

Sophia looked at the man beside her with hopeful eyes.

Ethan remained impassive. "A bet's a bet."

Sophia's eyes widened.

She suspected these two had conspired against her.

Nearby, another man was already locked in a passionate embrace with his date, the crowd counting down and cheering.

Mortified, Sophia wanted to flee, but she couldn't lose face in front of everyone.

Suddenly, an arm tightened around her waist.

Ethan pulled her firmly against him.

"You—" Her protest was cut off as his lips captured hers.

His scent overwhelmed her.

"Open," he commanded softly.

Sophia clenched her teeth stubbornly.

Ethan pinched her waist, and she gasped in surprise—giving him the opening he needed to deepen the kiss.

It was more intense than any they'd shared before.

Dizzy, Sophia fisted his shirt unconsciously.

"Breathe," he murmured against her lips.

She barely caught her breath before he pulled her back under.

Ethan lifted her slightly, eliminating the need to strain her neck. The new angle made the kiss even more lingering.

Sophia melted into it.

Only when she squirmed slightly did he finally release her.

Her flushed cheeks and dazed expression made Ethan lean in for one last peck.

"Five minutes! Impressive, Mr. Roscente!"

Someone's exclamation snapped Sophia back to reality.

She glared at Ethan, indignant.

He merely licked his lips, unsatisfied.