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Cedric playfully narrowed his eyes at me but couldn’t keep up the pretence for long. “Looks like we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us, darling. I hope you’re up for it because we’ve got to knock everyone’s socks off with our acting on Sunday.”

Cedric was right. Between Victor's birthday party on Friday and our parents' golf finals on Sunday which we planned to drive down for on Saturday, we had a busy weekend ahead of us. I wondered just how long we could keep up the ruse. I hoped all weekend, but between my friends and our family, the chances were slim.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

“You need to change,” Cedric murmured from behind me as he finished buttoning up his shirt.

“Excuse me,” I huffed and swivelled around to face him, my lips tugged down in a deep frown as I braced my hands on my hips. “Now is not the time to reveal to me that you’re some domineering boyfriend that thinks he can dictate what his girlfriend can or cannot wear.”

"I'm not trying to be domineering, darling,” he smirked, turning to glance at himself in the mirror as he tucked his shirt into his dark trousers that seemed to make him look even taller. Even in my heels, I was no match for him. "I'm just trying to tell you that there's a small tear at the back of your dress.” I gasped and twirled around, trying to see the tear in the mirror. “If I squint, I think I can make out the colour of your panties," he paused, cocking his head to the side as his eyes zeroed in on my ass.

If it were anyone else, I would have been uncomfortable, but this was Cedric. He had seen my panties, and what my panties hid as well. And right now, I was far more curious to find out if he was telling the truth or pulling my leg.

"Red.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“That’s so annoying. Now I have to change,” I huffed and headed to my wardrobe, back at square one. “You could have told me there was a tear before I finished getting dressed.”

"I didn't notice it earlier.” He shrugged, but the smug smirk on his face told me otherwise. "But more importantly, you didn’t answer my question.”

"Yes, my panties are red.” I rolled my eyes, but the slow smirk that took over my face contradicted it. "What do you think?" I asked, holding up two of the same dress for him to inspect, one in red and the other black. I was leaning toward the black one, but it was the dress I always wore when I was in a pickle and needed something I was sure looked good. I couldn’t decide whether to play it safe or spruce things up.

"It's your choice, but I like the red one."

“Why’s that?” I asked curiously, moving to return the little black dress to the wardrobe.

“It’ll match your panties,” Cedric grinned from ear to ear, walking up to me from behind to wrap his arms around my middle, tightening his hold on me until his chest was flush against my back. “Of course, only I’ll know that.” He dipped his head to whisper the words into my ear, sensually swirling his tongue around the outer shell.

“I’ll make sure to add sleazy onto the list underneath cheesy,” I whispered, resisting the urge to lean back into him and forget about the exciting, eventful night we had in front of us.

“You say that as if you don’t like it,” he chuckled deeply in my ear, and before I could succumb to the sultry, irresistible man, I freed myself from his arms and rushed into the bathroom to get dressed. We would already be a little late. We didn’t have time for anything else.

Or rather, that was what I thought.

Once I got changed into the red dress, I emerged from the bathroom. Facing my back to Cedric, I brushed my hair to the side.

“Zip me up?” I asked, glancing at him over my shoulder.

“My pleasure.” I could hear the enthusiasm in his tone, and it made me giggle. The sound was cut short by a raspy hitch in my throat as I felt his fingertips sensually glide up the skin of my back as he zipped up.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

All was revealed when he twirled me around and pulled me flush against his chest.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Cedric asked in a low murmur, the soft pad of his fingertips skimming up the outside of my thighs and underneath my dress. When he fisted the bottom, I gulped in anticipation.

“Like I’m your next meal.”

“It’s because you are.”

“But–”

I gasped as Cedric dug his fingers into my hips and lifted me into the air.

“Cedric!” I called out to him, and another startled gasp escaped me when I landed on the bed, bouncing lightly. “We haven’t got time for this!”

“I guess you’ll just have to come quickly then, darling,” he grinned and with wicked promise, made me come in no time at all.

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