Mail-Order Groom: A Valentine Romantic Comedy

"Mon Dieu." Sandra couldn't help laughing even as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Your pussy alone that I would ever want to taste with my tongue and—-"

Charlee-Mae was starting to feel a little self-conscious herself, and she quickly placed a hand over her husband's mouth. "That is more than enough—-"

Philippe gently took her hand off his mouth and asked, "Are you certain? Because there is also much more I can say about your beautiful tits and your wonderful ass—-"

Charlee-Mae hastily covered his mouth again. "Yes, I am sure, and..." She smiled up at him. "I love you, too."

Epilogue

The launch of Heureuse was wildly successful, especially since the showdown between Charlee-Mae and Greta had gone viral on every social media platform, and everyone wanted to buy just about anything and everything Philippe's wife was endorsing.

Greta was now back in France and no longer a part of his company. His lawyers and hers had managed to come to an agreement, and Greta stood to lose millions of euros if she were stupid enough to cause them trouble in any way.

And now that it was Valentine's...

Philippe could only roll his eyes as Charlee-Mae made a show of spraying alcohol on his engorged cock. "How many times must we do this, mon coeur?"

"For as long as I feel your beautiful cock needs disinfecting," his wife retorted, "after having dove into the depths of your sister-in-law's pussy."

Even though her tone was light, and her gaze filled with laughter, it still killed him every time he heard her speak of his ill-advised affair, and Philippe could not help yanking his wife close and caging her in his embrace.

"Je suis désolé, ma moitié."

"Forgiven." Charlee-Mae rubbed her cheek against the soft, warm hair of her husband's powerfully muscular chest. "Just promise me, though..."

"Anything." Philippe meant it.

She looked up, and the uncertainty in her smile made his chest clench. "No more secrets?"

Her husband was silent.

"Philippe?"

"I have a confession, ma femme."

Charlee-Mae looked at him suspiciously. "Please don't tell me you have another sister-in-law—-"

"Non." His lips twitched. "Rather, it is about you."

Her eyes widened. "Me?"

"I have told you before that your accent is the ugliest sound in the world..."

Charlee-Mae scowled. "Okaaaaay..."

"But what I have never told you until now—-"

Charlee-Mae held her breath.

"—-is how much it also happens to turn me on."

His wife looked at him blankly. "Is this a joke?"

"J'adore ton accent." I love your accent.

"So..." Her confusion turned to wariness. "Not a joke?"

"Non."

"Oh. Um. Wow." Charlee-Mae couldn't help feeling giddy. It just seemed so crazy that her less-than-ideal French accent could be a turn on for a man as perfect as her husband.

"And you, mon ceour? Do you have any last secrets you wish to share?"

"Well..."

Philippe raised a brow.

"Charlotte's convinced that I was either lying about losing my memory or that I must've gained them back somewhere along the way, and that's why I didn't freak out when you told me we had a mail-order marriage."

Philippe's gaze narrowed. "Did you? Have you?"

Amber eyes sparkled up at him. "Who knows?"

"Charlee-Mae..."

But his wife only laughed and sang, "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"

Philippe groaned. Her accent was still fucking terrible and at the same time so fucking hot—-

Charlee-Mae could only laugh as her husband suddenly lifted her up in his arms, but this quickly turned into a gasp as he thrust into her without warning, and he started fucking her up against the wall.

Even though his every thrust made her see stars, it was when her husband growled into her ear—-

"Je t'aime, mon coeur."

Her pussy tightened around his cock as her heart felt like it was about to explode. She loved him this man so very much, and now that she knew what his secret was—-

"Plus fort!" Harder!

"Plus vite!" Stronger!

Her husband went wild, and oh God, he was fucking her like an animal in heat, and she loved it, she loved it so much that just as the first wave of her orgasm pounded through her body, Charlee-Mae cupped Philippe's face and looked into his beautiful jade-green eyes as she cried out, "Je jouis!" I'm cumming!

TOKYO, JAPAN

For as long as Sano could remember, he would occasionally have this strange sense of déjà vu when visiting a certain place or hearing a certain song. There was even that time when he was but seven years old, and he had come across a woman who seemed incredibly familiar to him. None of it ever made sense, but what really made him question his sanity at times were his dreams.

Almost every night, he would dream of a girl. Other times, she would be a woman. The age in which she appeared in his dreams varied, but it was always her, and no one else. In those dreams, they would sometimes talk. Other times they would be making love. And then there were those rare times when she would just cry, and the sound of her sobs would break his heart.