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Anthony's POV

Strange things have been happening since we started our fake relationship, especially to me. Today, I woke up with my hand cupping Sandy's ass and my fingers touching her pussy. I didn't even know how and when I touched her like that and I had prayed to God that she didn't wake up to see me touching her. On top of what happened this morning, I was reluctant to take my hand away from her soft butt. It felt comfortable and I had been tempted to even grip it to feel more of it in my hand, which barely fit my hand too.

The second strangest thing was when I walked in on her wearing the dress I had bought for her. It made me almost word out how fucking hot and beautiful she looked. The dress did justice to her shape which I was never used to seeing. Her ass was covered by the dress like a second skin, and her long legs seemed to go on with the strappy heels she wore. She barely even had makeup on but she looked so angelic and like a sinful devil at the same time. 

Even when I had my driver take us to the club, I couldn't stop taking a peek at her exposed legs and thighs. She was too busy staring out the window or her phone to notice and I was glad. I felt tempted to trace my hand over her smooth-looking legs. My pants got tighter, and I hated my mind for being dirty. 

Now, she had requested a dance and I have never seen her dance before, so I wasn't sure what was going to happen, especially with how I saw a mischievous look in her eyes. The girl beside me had become a blur in a matter of seconds, despite how good-looking she was and how she was just my type. But with Sandy in front of me and on my lap, she was not even reaching my best friend in any department.

Sandy rose to her feet, and I couldn't help but look her up and down. She grabbed my hand and smiled at the girl, but I could see a sinister glow on her face aimed at the girl. 

"Come on, honey."

My breath caught in my throat at the endearment she used. She barely used such on me, but it made me feel giddy for a second before I got up. She pulled me out of the VIP area and dragged me to the dance floor. I swallowed when she stood closer to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

"Uh… what?"

Sandy moved side to side, despite the music being too funky for her dance moves.

"Did you forget that you are at a public place and people have been keeping an eye on us? You were talking to a woman whose intention was to have you flirting with her," she said in a strong tone and to lighten the mood, I smirked and pulled her closer to my body.

I could feel her soft breasts, flat stomach, and crotch area against me, making a familiar feeling move through my cock.

"Are you jealous, hm?" I asked and kissed her forehead. I chuckled when I felt her go stiff in my arms.

"Whatever," she said and looked sideways.

"You dragged me here for a dance, didn't you?" I asked, juggling her memory in case she had forgotten and with the way some people were looking our way, we were in a spotlight position.

"Oh, I know," she said and dropped her arms. "I'm just waiting for a different song."

As if on cue, the lights changed and so did the music. A raunchy, trap song began to play, and the atmosphere changed. People started dancing in provocative manners and Sandy turned around. She pushed her ass against my cock and took my hands which she placed on her hips. My mouth dried up when she started to move her ass against my front. I was stunned as she bent over with her hands on her knees while moving her hips and ass expertly. I bit my lip and held her hips tighter as she moved her ass. They jiggled and I was scared they would pop out from under the short dress.

My mind went blank when the song picked up, causing her to whine her hips and move her ass like she had been doing this for years. My cock started to harden and sweat broke out on my back. I started to dance back, rhyming my hips with hers. The music became louder and raunchier, and we continued to move against each other. It felt like I was having sex with her, and something told me I was going to come in my pants if care wasn't taken.

Sandy stood straight and cupped my neck while she still backed me. She moved her body sensually against my front, making me feel every part of her body from head to toe. I gulped and wrapped my arms around her stomach then placed my head in the crook of her neck after putting one of her arms down.

"Who taught you how to dance like that?" I whispered in her air as we moved to the tune of the music.

"I may be a virgin, but I know a few things, playboy," she said.

Fuck! I didn't know that Sandy was ever going to be like this. She was so fucking sexy right now. I even forgot that she was my best friend, someone I was supposed to respect and never cross a line with. But fuck the lines, she was driving me crazy with this dance of hers.

The DJ played a different but similar music about shaking ass and being a rich woman. Sandy took the song as an anthem and started to move her ass with her bent over. I gnawed on my lip and ran my hand from her lower back, up her spine and I felt tempted to grab her hair and thrust into her. I could already feel the area between her legs rubbing against my hardened cock. I knew she could feel my cock and that made things even hotter for me. 

Sandy moved away from me and spun around. She left two feet of space between us and danced to the words, even mouthing them. She motioned at me while she danced, moving her hips and touching her body. I moved to the beat too and smiled at her. She laughed and I pulled her closer to my body. I pushed her hair off her face and brought my lips to her ear.

"If you were some random girl, you could have been on your back, on a bed while I fuck you into oblivion after those dirty dance moves of yours," I said and could have sworn that she moaned my name.

This game was going to be dangerous, and this was beginning to seem like it was on hard mode.