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His tongue was nothing short of magical.

Even though he wasn't inside me anymore, we both still came at the same time. And as if I wasn’t coming hard enough already, Cedric climbed my body and pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy, covering it with his milky white come.

My eyes fluttered closed and I circled my arms around his neck. I was completely spent, yet the moment he pressed himself against me, forcing me to take the delicious weight of him, my body yearned for his touch.

Cedric pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and moved to lay beside me. He curled an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. Reaching for the covers, we pulled them over our heads, hidden from the rest of the world as we got a head start on round two.

How had I ever deluded myself into thinking that I hated this man?

ChapterEighteen

“That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had,” Cedric mumbled into my hair as he cuddled me from behind. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

"I don't talk in my sleep,” I scoffed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "You squeezed me so tight last night that I was genuinely afraid I would die from lack of oxygen."

“Bullshit,” he snorted and brushed my hair to the side to press his lips to the back of my neck. “You love it when I snuggle you.”

I did, but I wasn’t going to admit it. Not when I knew he would enjoy that titbit of information a little too much. His ego was already the size of a house. Any bigger and it wouldn’t be able to fit inside my apartment.

"We should probably get out of bed," I told him, and despite my words, I turned around in his arms to snuggle some more. I rested my chin on his chest and peered up at him from under my lashes, still heavy with sleep.

“Or we could stay in bed for the rest of the morning,” he countered with a quirked brow, a slow smirk taking over his face.

“And why would I want to waste my entire Sunday morning in bed?” I asked, playfully narrowing my eyes at him.

"I would hardly call it wasting, and I know you'll agree with me once you hear what I have in mind." Cedric grinned at me, and before I could tease him further, he quickly swapped positions so he was now hovering over me. "Of course, leaving bed has many benefits. Like getting started on a full English breakfast but lounging around in bed also has its special benefits."

"What kind of special benefits?" I asked in a low voice, raising my arms to lazily loop around his neck, pulling him closer.

"For one, I can't kiss you when I'm cooking.” Cedric closed the distance between us, softly pressing his lips against mine. "And kissing you is so addictive, darling. You also taste better than any English breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Lost in the feel of his body against mine and the delicious taste of him on my tongue, I was tempted to take him up on his offer. I most definitely would have if my phone didn't start ringing.

“Ignore it.” Cedric pressed kisses against the underside of my jaw, trailing them up to my ear where he sucked the lobe into his mouth. “Focus on nothing but me this morning. On us two. Just the two of us.”

Just the two of us. I liked the sound of that.

His offer was even more tempting when he whispered in his husky morning voice, making my toes curl. I cupped his face to bring it back to mine and tilted my head up to press my mouth against his once more, hungry for more of him. When my phone finally stopped ringing, I was able to do just that–focus on us and us only–but then not only did my phone start ringing again, but his phone started buzzing with a text every couple of seconds.

Cedric groaned against my mouth, dropping more of his weight on me.

"Why can't they just leave us alone?" He groaned against my lips before he rolled off me. "All I wanted was just one morning. One morning of peace and quiet, and with no distractions. Is that too much to ask for?"

"You're so dramatic." I giggled at his reaction and leaned over to press my lips to his cheek, smoothing his messy hair from where it fell into his eyes. "Let me get rid of whoever this is, and then it'll just be us two again."

Cedric grinned, his eyes following me as I held the sheet up to my chest and reached for my phone. “I like the sound of that.”

"Hi, Mum,” I said when I picked up the call, not the least bit surprised.

Cedric and I hadn't discussed it yet, but were we ready for our parents to find out that we had finally agreed to give this–whatever was going on between us–a fair shot? Well, for one, I was certain that my parents would have the whole wedding planned out by the end of the week, and something told me that Cedric's parents wouldn't be far behind them. That was way too much pressure for both of us. Especially when our relationship had barely started.

“Don’thime,” she huffed. “What took you so long to pick up the phone?”

"I only missed it the first time,” I groaned, subconsciously pulling the sheet higher to cover my chest even though Mum couldn’t see me through the phone. "I was in the bathroom and didn't hear it ringing,” I lied smoothly, purposely leaving out the part where I was sitting naked in bed next to Cedric. “Besides, it’s early. Why are you calling me so early in the morning, Mum?”

“I just wanted to let you know that we’re going to be having Sunday roast at a restaurant this evening. Not at the house,” Mum told me. “Please dress appropriately, unlike last time.”

"Again?" My eyebrows furrowed together in suspicion, even more so when I spied a similar expression on Cedric's face as his thumbs tapped away on his phone. "I hate to be the one to say it, but I miss having Sunday roasts at home. The last couple of weeks just haven't felt the same."

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