Chapter 612 Full-Throttle Mayhem

• Lewis Snow’s wild, untamed streak meant he never swallowed a loss. If Tess Bishop was going to smear him, then fine—let her go all in. What could she really do to him?
• Thinking that, Lewis’s mouth curved, a wicked grin flickering across his face. He reached out; his long fingers brushed Tess’s lifted backside, tapping it a few times like he was running scales on a piano.
• Lewis shook his head and said, almost bored, “Tsk, tsk. Not enough bounce. You need to work out more.”