Cece Delaroux

Tall. Athletic. Blue-eyed natural redhead with a love for travel, connection, and a little mischief. I split my time between long runs, long lunches, and spontaneous adventures, usually fuelled by endorphins, chocolate, and curiosity.

Hi, I’m Cece — born in Europe, now a proud Australian citizen, and completely in love with the adventure that comes with discovering new places and new people. I travel often, and when I’m not exploring a new city, there’s a good chance I’m running along a coastline somewhere at sunrise with my hair tied up and far too much energy for that hour of the morning.
I’ve already run a few half marathons, and right now I’m training to improve my 5k and 10k times before attempting my first full marathon. The only problem is I still can’t decide where it should be… so feel free to try and convince me over champagne sometime
I also have a double degree in the sciences, and between studying, travelling, and collecting stories along the way, I’ve become an engaging conversationalist, the kind who’s genuinely curious and loves talking with people from all walks of life. If you value an easy-going atmosphere and a touch of playful charm, we’ll get along beautifully.
Lunch dates are one of my favourites. There’s something deliciously indulgent about slipping away for a long, leisurely lunch while everyone else is glued to their desk. A beautiful meal, good conversation, lingering eye contact… it feels like sharing a very good secret together.
Although honestly, I’m just as happy starting the day with a sunrise run along the harbour in short shorts and a tiny sports bra before rewarding ourselves with champagne afterwards. I love the contrast of being sporty and energetic one moment, then slipping into something a little more decadent the next.
I’m also a little obsessed with fitness. Long runs, Pilates, early mornings… I love the feeling of pushing my body hard and the endorphin rush that comes afterwards. And yes, that energy definitely spills over into the rest of my life too.

If you’re still reading, I’ll let you in on a little story from when I first arrived in Sydney …
It started after one of those impossibly warm Sydney mornings. I’d just finished a long run around the harbour, the kind where your body feels overheated in the best possible way… skin flushed, heartbeat still racing, tiny running shorts riding dangerously high with every step.
And honestly, the seam of those shorts had been rubbing against my clit the entire run. By the end of it I was so worked up from the friction and endorphins that if I’d run much further, I might have actually orgasmed somewhere along the foreshore.
So by the time I made it back to the hotel, I was already a little hot and bothered.
After stretching out my muscles, taking a cold shower, and slipping into a little summer dress — no panties, just to give myself a break — it was already close to 11am.
I decided to head up to the rooftop bar to catch a breeze and cool down with a long lunch or maybe a glass of champagne. Even after the shower I still felt deliciously overheated. So there I was at the edge of the terrace, sunglasses on, hair still slightly damp, deciding whether lunch or champagne sounded more tempting.
I felt your eyes on me before I saw you. Men always think they’re subtle
But you were smarter than most.
You didn’t interrupt me.
You sent over a glass of Ruinart instead. My favourite.
Now that’s how you get my attention.
I turned towards you slowly, lifted the glass slightly in your direction, and watched your expression change when you realised I was actually going to walk over.
“Excellent choice,” I said as I sat beside you.
You smiled and asked if I’d join you for lunch.
How could I refuse?
What was supposed to be one drink turned into champagne, oysters, teasing conversation, and the sort of chemistry that makes time disappear.
You asked how my run had been and mentioned you’d seen me earlier that morning when we’d passed each other along the harbour.
I smiled and told you it had been the perfect warm-up for the cardio I was planning later that day.
You laughed, picked up the hint immediately, and quietly asked whether we should finish the bottle upstairs in your room instead.

I think you can probably guess how the rest of that afternoon went…
But I’ll give you a hint: it started with me on my knees, your hand in my hair, the other braced against the wall holding yourself up. Your legs trembled. You moaned. You lost control entirely. And I made sure not to spill a drop - extra protein, after all. When you finally came to, you returned the favour. We eventually made it to the bed.

Let’s just say I’ve always had a weakness for good champagne, thoughtful men, and the kind of post-run endorphins that then lead to very cheeky decisions.