Exactly what I do, and being an ex-LEO (most Troopers in my state don't care though ) I can tell you this method is bulletproof for the most part
I have never used CC through an intersection that I recall. When I am in town I drive the car; only on the open highway do I use cruise, or between traffic stops when they are spaced far apart and I want to make sure that my 9 over stays that way (most often when I have just manually shifted under full acceleration from "pole position" and the temptation to creep back to more than 10 over is strong: drop to 9 over and put it in CC.
I have only received one speeding ticket for exactly 10 over, and that was on Hwy 89 heading out of Utah into Arizona; that long right hand curve going downhill; a UHP car had it's lights on, but was too far around the bend to be seen easily in my inside rearview mirror, and was totally outside of view on my driver side rearview mirror. I had over half a dozen kids in the 15 passenger Club wagon, and the interior road noise was of course rather high level and I had my stereo on: I could not hear him. By the time I got a glimpse of his lights in my right rearview mirror I had probably been leading him for at least a couple of miles. He was annoyed and cited me for "ten over". That was accurate, since I cruised always at ten over. Eighty bucks. On the way back, I saw the exact same cop with another car pulled over on the same stretch of 89. So I think he was just an overzealous asshat.
On a Texas trip last spring (first road trip with the Stinger) I got two warnings (I've told this before but you are new). First one was on I-40 heading into TX. I was cruising 15 above at 90 MPH. He was very pleasant about warning me, and my own attitude was oh-oh, here it comes; I guess I should expect this, so I was laid back and pleasant. The rest of my few days in TX I cruised at 9 over. On my way out on Hwy 287, a good ol' boy pulled me over. WTH!? I am only doing 9 above. Nevertheless, I knew that any attitude would not help me. I saw him in the rearview mirror as he got out slowly and stood cock-hipped with his pistol grip sticking out, staring at the back of my car for about a minute; then he slowly came up alongside and drawled pleasantly, "You were going just a bit fast back there (son)". He didn't actually say "son", but I could hear it.

He looked like he was about the age for retirement. Another warning: I kept both of them in my journal as souvenirs.
And I figured that 9 over is still safe and that is what I do. I've had yet a third warning, a couple months later, coming down Big Cottonwood canyon. At a spot where the center line is dashed, I nipped around an SUV, and as soon as I got in front of it I slowed back down to the speed limit. My brother in the passenger
seat said, "That was a cop!" And he grinned. I instantly looked in the rearview mirror and the SUV roof lit up and I pulled over as fast as I possibly, safely, could. He came up to my window and his first words were, "You never pass a cop."
"I didn't know you were a cop," I admitted, as I fumbled to get my licence out. "I slowed back down right away. I was just making my pass quickly to safely execute it."
He nodded and said: "Nevertheless you exceeded the speed limit in doing so."
"That's true," I said, still ready to give him my licence, but he made no move to take it. "You never pass a cop," he said a second time.
"I will remember that. Don't you want to see my licence?"
"No. Have a nice day."
"You too! Thanks!"
After this third warning, I figured that these cops just wanted a closer look at my Stinger. Nevertheless, three warnings? Unheard of! Absurd! Never happened before. Maybe I am so happy in my midlife speed machine that when they walk up to the open window, and I obviously don't care, the combination of grandpa behind the wheel of a very cool, new high performance gran turismo appeals to them in some fashion.