Isaac hadn't expected her to actually agree or to ask him what he wanted and he let out a strangled sound as he contemplated her question. "What sort of help skirts our rule of no shagging?" He asked, his voice husky. He licked his suddenly dry lips and pulled down the waistband of his trousers a fraction of an inch.
"Imagination is never as good as the real thing laying in the next room." He said distractedly as he rubbed his palm over his aching cock and reached out for her. He shouldn't but his mind refused to remind him of the reasons why he couldn't. Pulling her toward him, he kissed her, still mindful of her hangover and inflicting any pain on her.