Lincoln Foxx is beyond handsome. A full head of dark hair, which is a luxury for most men dancing around forty. I always remembered him as more clean shaven, but now his sideburns blend into stubble. Everyone who has a pulse feels his confidence and more than recognizes that he’s the prettiest Foxx. And somehow, he’s improved. Light blue eyes behind dark-framed glasses make me want his attention even more. Why I didn’t tell him to fuck off the other night is beside me. But right now, in dad-mode and pissed off, he’s disturbingly sexy.
