The mall had closed an hour ago, but I was still inside, stuck in the back office finishing up inventory. I thought I was alone until I heard footsteps echoing down the empty corridor.

“You’re still here?” His voice was lazy, teasing.

I looked up to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his uniform shirt unbuttoned just enough to make my stomach flip. He worked security, which meant he had the keys to let me out. But judging by the way he smirked, he wasn’t in a rush.

“Yeah,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I lost track of time.”

He stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Guess that means it’s just the two of us now.”

The way he said it sent a shiver through me.

He walked up to my desk, placing his hands on either side, caging me in. I looked up at him, pulse quickening as his eyes dropped to my lips.

“You look tense,” he murmured. “Need some help unwinding?”

Before I could answer, his fingers skimmed down my arm, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I swallowed hard, my breath catching as he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I turned my head slightly, and that was all the invitation he needed. His lips crashed against mine, soft but demanding. I melted into it, gripping his shirt as he pulled me up from my chair, pressing me back against the desk.

His hands roamed lower, fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt, his body warm and solid against mine. The silence of the empty mall made every touch feel louder, every breath heavier.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” I whispered, even as my fingers ran up his chest.

His grin was wicked. “Then stop me.”

I didn’t.

And neither did he.